Buddy

by Regress Returner

請不要舉報我，我不想被禁止，我只是在這裡複製這些故事，因為我想離線閱讀。

"Huh?"

When I first opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that it was still quite dark. I couldn't see what time it was, but it felt like it was still hours away from down. The second thing I noticed was that a pair of well-muscled, naked arms, were wrapped around my neck and belly. And the final thing that I noticed, that made me really gasp and squirm in that embrace, was that a very hard cock was poking right against my ass.

"Hey little buddy… sorry to bother you."

That voice belonged to my roommate, Henry, whose arms immediately tightened their embrace around me in a way too soothe me down, like he always did. I didn't know why, but every time he touched me, I easily calmed down, even when I was at my most enraged. He just had to hug me and I'd do whatever he wanted.

"Mmm… what time is it?" I asked, trying to reach forward to grab my phone, but unable to find it with my own free hand.

"Don't worry about that. Just relax, you don't need to go anywhere, do you?"

It was true, I did not. His hand stroked my belly, caressing my bare skin in slow, concentric circles that made me so comfortable that I didn't even want to turn around to face him. It was only when I felt his cock throb hard against my ass again that I gulped.

"Henry… your dick…" I groaned. It was the one thing I was still not fully on board with. It felt so uncomfortable to have someone's hard, meaty cock poking right against your ass, feeling the veiny member throb and even leak precum against you sometimes. I had grown used to falling asleep with it pressed against me due to Henry's natural love of cuddling, but when it was in full mast like it, it definitely made me tense up.

"Relax, little buddy…" Henry cooed. "It's okay. You're here with me, safe in my warm embrace…" he continued, raising his log-like, muscled left leg and crossing it over my own slender ones, as if trying to make sure I wouldn't even think of moving after that. Before I could say a word, he thrust lightly against me a few times, moaning. It was his favourite thing to do before he fell asleep. "I just wanted to ask you something. Sorry for waking you up, but I really didn't want to do it with you asleep."

"What is it?" I grunted, closing my eyes as a wave of relaxation washed through me. It was definitely due to having Henry's leg wrapped around my lower half, and I knew it was making me go along with his words instead of trying to push him and his monster cock away from me, but for some reason I could not object.

"Do you think I can fuck you?"

"What?!" I almost shouted, but he squeezed me tighter in his embrace, which made me groan further. To make matters worse, his hands around my waist reached down to stroke my limp member, all while he had restarted lazily humping against me.

"Come on now, no need to get all worked up like that. You know that you always end up seeing things my way, don't you?"

"But Henry, I…"

"Let's take a little trip back down the memory lane. Think of how I became your roommate, little buddy."

It had already been a few months ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had inherited an apartment and had a spare room, having quickly decided to rent it for some profit. The first few people that had applied were extremely dodgy, and I had pretty much given up until Henry showed up. A tall, extremely well-built guy, only a few years older than me. Personal trainer. Just a handshake and I found myself enjoying his presence.

"You didn't take much to convince me, considering the other weirdos that applied."

"Yeah, but what about right after? When you decided I didn't need to pay rent."

"Wait, what?" I asked, but he cooed right against my ear, even kissing it slightly.

"Stop tensing so much, little buddy." Henry ordered, the arm around my neck snaking back so he could cover my lips with his hand. As soon as I heard my own muffled voice, I realized it was useless to object much further, it wasn't worth the trouble. "You're making this hard on me. Just relax and listen. Remember that day, you were playing that Zelda Dork Souls game or whatever it's called. I was chilling on the couch with you, just in my briefs like always, and I asked you if I could rest my feet on your lap."

I remembered now. It was all progressive, but before I knew it Henry had gone from hanging around in normal clothes to just get home and strip down to his gym tank top and jockstrap or just hang around in briefs after a shower. I was always a modest person when it came to my own clothing, but Henry had manged to persuade me to roll back my long sleeves so he could share his warmth with me whenever we were watching football or any other sport that I wasn't that really into. He had easily convinced me that, since I was home most of the day, it felt only fair that he had the TV privileges and chose what we watched most of the time.

That specific day he hadn't felt like watching anything in particular, so he allowed me to plug in my Switch and enjoy a game I had bought. I was so focused on the game, my vision trying its best to make out the details through a very dark area that I only realized he had been caressing my face with his feet once his big toe was stroking my lips, as if prying them open to slip inside. It shocked me so much that it made me ignore the fact it had costed me my life in the game, Henry asking me to put the controller down as he turned my face to him, capturing my head between his large feet.

"I mean, it only made sense didn't it? You inherited this house, we shared the bills, it wasn't really costing you anything. My rent was basically going to be a source of income so you could buy all those expensive video games. It wasn't really something you needed, was it, little buddy?"

He had been completely right. It was such a nice apartment that rent wasn't exactly cheap, but he hadn't objected to it at all. However, I had only gotten a deposit and two months' worth of rent from him. By the time he had started that conversation, his rent had been due a week earlier and he had come up with a dozen of excuses to delay it. I had no idea how much he made at the gym, but it didn't seem like he was counting change to keep going by.

It didn't take long for him to convince me to let him stay without paying rent. He'd cover the bills on his own, so I wouldn't have to worry about those, even though they were a third of what he was meant to pay me in rent.

"Yeah… I guess…" I mumbled. Something in the back of my mind made me have an odd feeling about this entire predicament, but before I could voice it, Henry seemed to foresee it, licking my earlobe in such an erotic way that it made a deep shiver run through my back, my skin covered in goosebumps.

"Aah…" I moaned, melting further in his warm embrace that only seemed to tighten around me, his limbs like a snake's coils that had wrapped around its helpless prey, though I was more than willing to lie there in them.

"And not just that. Since I was already paying the bills, it didn't seem right that I had to sleep in that uncomfortable single bed, did it, little buddy? You have such a big, oh so comfy one. Hell, you were pissed when you found me sleeping here that one night, but once you realized it felt so much better to sleep with me, we sure sold it quickly and turned that room into a home-made gym. When was the last time you slept here alone?"

"I… I can't remember."

I had come back from the theatre, only to find him in briefs, lying in my bed like it had always been his, snoring loudly and peacefully, his arms crossed behind his head, exposing the wiry dark hair in his pits. I remember having made a scene, demanding to know what he was doing in my bed, but by the time I knew it he was embracing me, almost smothering me in his larger, heavier body. I couldn't move, couldn't fight, weakened by his warmth and tender hug. Henry had forced me to sleep with him, but the next morning I had woken up so calm and refreshed that by the next night, it hadn't been too complicated for him to lead me to my bed, no, our bed along with him.

"Remember when I spent the weekend away in that boot camp? You didn't sleep the whole weekend! And to think you wanted to kick me out that night." Henry let out a hearty chuckle that reverberated throughout my body, even snorting through it. "But things didn't stop there, did they, little buddy?"

He was right. After a few days of sleeping together, a heat wave reached our city. I didn't have a fan in my apartment, so all the windows had to be open, and Henry was pretty much hanging around naked, his cock smacking either his belly or thighs whenever he walked. I had done my best not to look, but considering the size of that gargantuan piece of meat, it was impossible. I had dressed down to a T-Shirt and boxer briefs by the time I joined Henry in bed, having waited for him to finish watching his WWE special so I could have a few minutes of gaming time for myself.

Henry had waited around half an hour to complain that my clothes were too damp and uncomfortable for him, he couldn't sleep. I had never slept naked in my life, but all it took was for Henry to embrace me with his strong limbs, turn me around to face him, bringing me so close that our noses touched and my eyes were glazed on his like a deer captured by the headlights, and by the time I knew it, he was helping me out of my T-Shirt while I removed my underwear.

It had been okay the first night, but the next night I panicked once I felt his cock poking around my ass. It was hard, so hard it felt like it was going to gain a mind of its own and push inside somehow, so I panicked. Henry held me through it, his arms like tentacles, even thrusting lazily sometimes, while he cooed in my ear for me to relax and calm down. He stunk of sweat from how hot it was, but somehow his scent only helped providing me a nice peaceful sleep.

"And ever since then we both sleep naked together, my junior resting snug between your nice fat cheeks. Any guy would beg to be in your position, you truly are a lucky one, little buddy." Henry laughed, again thrusting his hips, making me realized his cock had leaked so much precum that it was basically slathered in its own juices by now. "But even when that problem came up, it was easy to convince you to give me a hand, wasn't it?"

I gulped, knowing exactly what Henry was referring to.

Henry was a man. At least, that's how he started that explanation. As a man, he had certain needs, and getting his cock some release was one of them. Now, one thing Henry hated was jacking off. He felt like it was a waste of time and that porn only served to rot our minds, keeping us hooked to our computers. He had a very particular way he liked to get his release, and I was the one who was going to help him with it.

It had taken quite some time to convince me. He had to lie on top of me, smothering me with his own weight as he cooed in my ear and explained to me it was a good thing, that I was going to have the honour of helping him with his problem, that he trusted no one else to do it. He even kissed me, making out with me passionately to help me agree.

Starting from that night, neither of us would fall asleep until Henry humped me and ground against my ass, shooting his cum all over my ass cheeks. Sometimes, he'd get his cock caught between what he loved calling "my fat ass" and release his load right against my hole, holding me tightly throughout his orgasm. My release never mattered through this. If I hadn't come in the middle of this process, that was my own problem, and I could just jack off for all he cared.

"You know it's not I give a crap about you, little buddy. It's just that you should never really bother a man after he cums."

"You're right…" I mumbled, before letting out a sleepy yawn, feeling like I was going to pass out at any moment.

"Whoa, now." Henry said with a worried tone, squeezing me tightly to rouse me. "Don't pass out dude, or I woke you up for nothing. So, can I do it?"

"Do what?" I was so relaxed I had completely forgotten the reason he had woken me up.

"Fuck you, silly. I really need to release so I can get to sleep, but just grinding against your fat ass isn't good enough. I think I really gotta put it in this time, little buddy."

"But… I never did this before, Henry. You're huge and I… I…" I was genuinely scared. If that thing got inside me, it'd break me.

"Shhh…"

Henry's hand found its way back over my mouth once again, before he rotated me so we were facing each other. Despite the dark, moonless night I could see the way his eyes stared at me. There was a hunger in them I had never seen before. My heart pounded like a woodpecker, but the slow, pulsing heartbeat that came from his wide, softly furred chest completely drowned any sounds from my own body.

"It's okay… I know you're scared. But you don't have to, little buddy. You've given me so much already. This bed, this house, this body…" he interrupted his seductive whisper to squeeze my ass cheeks. I had always been shameful of my body, it was anything but athletic, but Henry had assured me that he loved having something to grab on to. "Why don't you give yourself fully to me. I want your virginity, little buddy. Surely, it won't be something too important to hold on to, right?"

Once again, that little voice tried to call out to me. It wasn't the first time I heard it. In fact, I had heard it every single time he had swayed me to his whims with those sweetly poisonous hugs of his. The voice had tried to warm me that his hugs were the problem, that the more he consumed me with his enormous body, the more he consumed my mind with his imposing will.

But what was wrong with that again?

"Come on, little buddy. Give yourself to me."

My submission was wordless, easy enough for him to clench his fist and yell out a boyish "Yes!". Before I knew it, I was turned around once more, my arms pinned against my sides by his muscled ones, his arms clamped around me, making sure no movements came from me, as one of his legs did the same to my own. He then unceremoniously lined his massive cock with my hole and-

"AH!"

One gasp was all I could muster.

"I'm in, little buddy."

And just like that, I had given Henry another part of myself. He fucked me mercilessly, knowing any and all pain would be washed away by the soothing waves of his warm body. He thrust and thrust until he emptied his load inside me, allowing me to cry out as his teeth bit into my jugular, pressing down until he had decorated my neck with his signature, a nice purple bruise whose origin I would have a hard time explaining.

Henry's cock was still shooting the last of its load by the time he had fallen asleep. I didn't even notice if I had managed to come or not, but it did not matter much. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep not long after Henry, his snores the lullaby that led me to a silent slumber, my last thought being what would Henry ask next of me.

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"Don't touch me, you fucking queer!"

All started with that angry shout that almost made me jump off my chair. I had stopped on a roadside diner for a pause after hours of riding my Harley, currently on a cross-country tour. I was just minding my business, relaxing with a cup of coffee and a nice meal, when I turned my head to the scene in question.

The owner of the diner, a large, burly, intimidating man was staring daggers at the only patron on the queue, a younger man who was quite well-built on his own. Said patron was coming up with excuses to not pay, and had apparently tried to touch the man's arm in a pleading gesture, which immediately made him try and reach for a gun hidden under the counter.

"Pay up, or I swear-

"Wait!" I shouted, standing up to prevent having to become witness to murder. "I'll pay for him, please. There is no need to overreact."

The patron was reluctant to accept my money at first, but he eventually calmed down, and I made my way back to the table. The guy whose meal I had just afforded followed by there, politely asking if he could sit down.

"Thank you so much, little friend. I don't know what I would have done without your help. It's so nice to meet you, I'm Henry."

I stifled a chuckle at the 'little friend' nickname, but smiled back at him nonetheless. "No worries," I said, extending my hand to greet him back. "I'm-

As soon as our hands touched, I lost my train of thought. I was invaded by a rush of warmth that almost left me seeing stars, leaving me woozy for a moment.

"Whoa…" I mumbled, having to support my head with my free hand, having never let go of Henry, who decided to stroke my trapped hand with his thumb, smiling at me before he gained a worried look on his handsome face.

"Hey there, little friend, are you okay? You seem like you're about to pass out." Henry said with concern. "Here… let me take care of you. It's the least I could do to show my appreciation for what you've done for me."

Before I could ask what he meant by that, Henry stood up and walked around the table, sitting next to me, no, pressing against me so I was trapped between his larger, stronger body and the wall. Letting go of my hand, he draped his bare arm around by neck, holding me close as he turned his tray around to gain access to his plate.

"There, much better isn't it?" Henry asked, and I couldn't bring up words to answer him properly. The feeling of his arm around my neck, his hot skin in contact with mine had made it so hard to think that all I could do was stare down at my almost empty mug of coffee, feeling the sweat from his armpit clinging onto my skin as he started wolfing down the meal I had so generously bought for him.

"Yeah…" I finally ended up uttering, slightly tipsy with the way that warmth washed over me.

"I'm so glad you stood up for me, little friend. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't paid for my meal so I could sit here and take care of you!" Henry chuckled, squeezing me tighter so he could give me a noogie, messing up my hair and dizzying me. "Anyway, tell me what brings you here, little friend," he requested, without a care to know my name.

I didn't know why, but I felt like I could trust him. I instantly told him about the fact I had won the lottery and decided to quit my job, move my belongings to a storage unit and lease my apartment so I could buy a motorcycle and just travel aimlessly around the world, knowing I would never have to worry about money again. Once I finished my little tale, I looked up at him, noticing his eyes seemed to sparkle with joy at what he just had heard.

"Jackpot," I heard him utter, which made me cock my head in confusion. "Oh, sorry little friend, was just thinking out loud," he said, before moving his head to turn towards the counter. I tried to move mine to see what he was looking at, but he gently forced my chin to turn so I was staring directly into his deep eyes.

"What do you think we go outside for fresh air? Maybe you could even show me that sweet bike of yours." Henry suggested, distracting me from the fact someone had recognized him and had been warning the owner about his true intentions. He helped me up and led me outside, his thick arm around my shoulders like a leash, escorting me to the car park where my Harley stood out from the rest of the vehicles.

Henry then let go of me to walk in a circle around my motorcycle, even whistling once as he admired it. I had been so relaxed by his warmth, leaning safely against him that I started wobbling now that he wasn't holding onto me, and I almost fell to the ground.

"Whoa there," he chuckled, grabbing me by the biceps with his large hands squeezing them. I couldn't even process if he was groping me or not, but I stood there nonetheless, allowing him to feel my arms up and down, heating them up with his soft caresses. "Man, you really are hopeless without me to hold onto, aren't you my little friend? How are you even going to get back home?" he asked, making me realize I had never put up that into consideration.

"I don't know…"

"Then hear me out. You give me your keys and I'll take us to a motel so we have a place to spend the night together. What do you think, little friend?" he asked, but not without coiling around me in one of those tight hugs once more, burying my face in the exposed skin of his broad shoulder, keeping me trapped there until I nodded weakly and gave him the keys, following him to my motorcycle. I then sat behind him, grabbing onto the handles on the back, before I heard him sighing in disapproval. He then grabbed my hands and forced me to embrace him in such a way my that they were directly against his stomach from under his tank top, making sure I was pressed as tight and snug against him as I could. "Much better," he grinned, before finally starting up the engine.

I don't know how long the ride took. It felt like I was relaxing in the most comfortable place possible, sitting as I was there, hugging him like my life depended on it. I even allowed my eyes to close as to bask in his warmth to the fullest of my ability, having ceased to stop feeling the wind as he sped up carelessly, testing the motorbike's limits as if trying on a new toy that had just been given to him. I eventually fell asleep, only waking up when it was already night, in a place I did not recognize.

"Wha?" I mumbled, almost reluctantly lifting my head off his broad back, yawning. "Where are we?" I asked, not having bothered to unwrap my arms from around him.

"No need to worry over that, little friend." Henry smiled, safely storing the keys inside his pocket. "Let's go," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards a nice hotel, nothing out of the ordinary, but something he definitely could not afford. I was leaning onto him, my face resting on his shoulder as he talked to the receptionist, before Henry let out a surprised "Oh."

"Hm?" I asked, shaking my head to try and clear my thoughts as Henry turned to me.

"Think you can pay for it, little friend? I will make it up to you inside, I promise."

I didn't like the judging eye the receptionist was shooting at me, so I reached for my wallet as fast as I could, dropping it in the process. Henry reached down to pick it up, giving me a clear view of the small of his back and the perfect round shape of his ass, before he took out my credit card and inserted it in the portable machine, handing it over to me. He stood there by me, watching attentively as I slowly input the four-digit code, eventually letting me finish the task and just storing my wallet safely inside the back pocket of his jeans.

"Let's go, little friend."

Henry then led me along to a room on the top floor, escorting me with his muscled arm around my shoulders like a leash, closing and locking the room door behind us once we were inside.

"At last, just the two of us," he chuckled, taking off his tank top. He then threw himself backwards into the large bed, sighing deeply as he spread out his arms, allowing me a full view of his magnificent torso. It was the perfect balance of muscle and natural body fat, giving him a thick yet chiselled form, with a pair of soft-furred pecs that just made you want to lie your head comfortably in them and never let go.

However, I did not do that. I stood there, staring at him, able to gather my thoughts now that I didn't have his warmth radiating on me. Everything was mostly a blur, but I was able to realize that somehow, he was doing something to me, making me agree to whatever he wanted me to. I had allowed things to go from me just offering to pay him lunch in good will, to allow him to take my keys, my wallet and buy us a hotel room for tonight. Something was very wrong, and if I didn't shake him off now, things could end up quite badly.

"Hey, little friend."

I wasn't able to react quick enough. He stood off the bed and walked towards me, looking like a gentle giant with his charming, sweet smile despite his eyes telling me he knew that I knew. I took a step back, ready to open the door and run away, but once I realized it was locked, he took the opportunity to turn me around, pressing me against the door and tearing my T-Shirt apart before catching me in his arms once more in a tight hug. This time, I had his entire torso pressed against my own, the head radiating from his body and the soft feeling of his smooth skin once more clouding up my mind.

"Nooooo…" I groaned pleadingly.

"Shshshshshsh…" he whispered in a patronizing, mocking way, sliding the torn cloth off my body so his large hands could roam around my back, trailing fire. "It's much too late for you to be putting up a fight, little friend. Just relax and enjoy. I've been making you feel good all day! You didn't have to think nor worry about anything ever since we met and you so generously paid for my meal. You didn't have to worry about riding all the way back here once you gave me your keys and let me have your bike so I could bring us here. So why should you worry now that you paid for this room so I could take care of you?"

My eyes went wide with shock for a moment, before starting to droop down once more as my whole body seemed to start sagging. He spoke with such confidence that I wasn't able to interrupt his manipulative words and tell him he was lying to me, gaslighting me as he kept corrupting my mind. Gritting my teeth, I twitched in his embrace, ready to gather all my energy into crying for help, but…

"Eyes up here, little friend."

I foolishly looked up into his deep blue eyes, giving him the opening so his lips could claim mine in a dominant kiss. His body may have fed me warmth and comfort, but his lips burned voraciously against my mouth, his tongue at first soothing down my reluctant one before I couldn't fight anymore, almost going limp in his embrace. His eyes never stopped looking at my own half-lidded ones throughout the kiss, and for a moment I saw a change in them. Up until now, they had always been warm and caring, like he was the best friend I never thought I had needed. But for a second, they showed me the truth behind him. That he had me, I belonged to him and I would do whatever he wanted me to, no matter what.

"Mmmm…" he ended up moaning seductively into the kiss, squeezing me tighter in his embrace as he did so. He repeated his action a few more times until he had effectively conditioned me to moan along with him, which satisfied him enough to break the kiss. He then winked, slowly letting go of me to make sure my legs didn't stagger and made me fall, taking off my jeans and doing the same to his, leaving us both in our underwear. "Up you go, little friend." Henry chuckled, picking me under my armpits and throwing me into the bed.

He was on top of me before I could even muster a thought or a word. Pinning me under his heavier body, keeping me focused on those lust-soaked kisses, feeling me and groping me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat, a toy that belonged to him and him alone. For him to explore. For him to conquer. For him to dominate.

I had lost control of my body before I was aware of it. At his encouragement, my hands were moving on their own, exploring, caressing, memorizing every detail and contour before they finally latched onto his ass, clothed with no more than a pair of tight briefs that could barely contain it. I then felt something hard against my own crotch, going through a lot of effort to move my head down and confirm it was his massive cock, hard and leaking inside those briefs. It was much bigger than mine, but something told me it wasn't fully erect yet. Not that I could do much about it, especially with the way he started grinding against me, making me feel like it was growing more and more.

"Hmm… maybe tomorrow…" he grumbled mysteriously, getting off me to take off his underwear and finally show me a cock that had inches and inches of flesh, pointing straight forward at me, its bulbous head pulsing. It wanted me. It wanted to claim itself over me.

"Henry wait, I…" I stammered, but he grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs.

"Shh, little friend… You know, this idea that you can stop me? Just let go of it. I'll take care of you."

"Bu-

I couldn't even finish that word. His lips latched onto mine once as if they belonged there. And with the way I started kissing him back, I wanted them to belong there. I didn't even feel him taking off my underwear, only realizing I was as naked as the day I was born when his cock ground against mine, making me gulp between kisses.

"Just lie there…" he would eventually whisper as he picked up a series of rhythmic thrusts, moaning against my ear before he buried his face on my neck, kissing and nibbling until his teeth finally latched on and he left his brand on me with a hickey. I couldn't resist the pleasure that was taking over me and I wrapped my arms around him, throwing my head back as I also began moaning loudly, grinding back against him, though without a tenth of his intensity. I wanted to cum so badly, but something held me back, like I had to wait for a switch to be pressed.

"Come on, little friend. Let's do it together," he grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck as he thrust hard and fast, his hips almost a blur.

Both of us cried out loudly almost at the same time as our cocks erupted together with our seeds, squelching between out sweaty bodies. Even though it looked like normal routine for him, I had never experienced such a powerful orgasm, which had been enough to rouse me, clearing up my mind, making me realize my current situation.

As he went to the bathroom to relieve himself, the loud sound of tinkling heard throughout the room, I was fully aware that I couldn't move, my body responding to my commands with nothing more than a mere twitch. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to be angry or even cry for help, knowing that whatever came out of my mouth would be no louder than a mere whimper. I was completely soothed down, as if I were drugged, a mere helpless puppet in his stranger's hands.

"Now, let's get some sleep, shall we, little friend?" he asked, interrupting my growing panic, eventually turning off the night light and pulling the sheet over our naked bodies. He then rotated me to face the wall then ran a hand delicately over my ass, appreciating it through its contours. I started panicking when he felt his hard cock nestle in my trench.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Please, what?" asked Henry seductively, as if predicting what I was going to say.

"Please don't fuck me," I practically sobbed. "I couldn't take that. I just couldn't take that. Please don't fuck me…" I kept begging.

Henry just grinned deviously and pulled me closer, thrusting his cum-slicked cock up and down my crevice roughly. It would be incredibly easy for him shove it inside at that moment and take my cherry, but he seemed to decide against it, placing his mouth over my hear and beginning to whisper.

"Don't worry, little friend. Not tonight. When I fuck you, and trust me when I say that I will fuck you, you will be the one asking for it, not me. Now, sleep tight…"

It was quite easy asleep that night, even despite being held securely from behind by a naked man with a hard cock poking around near my ass. Even though I assumed once Henry fell asleep that he'd roll over and release me, possibly granting my escape, this turned out not to be the case. Henry was even more of a snuggler in his sleep, holding me even tighter, and was soon snoring noisily, his face just behind my head. His heat further consumed me and, once I finally adjusted to the situation, I relaxed and realized there was nothing I could do against that comforting body. As paradoxical as it seemed, I felt safe. Only then did sleep find me.

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"Mmm…"

It was quite possibly the twelfth groan I had let out that night, not that I had been counting them, so fast asleep I had been.

It all started when a pleasurable, warm sensation began filling me up in my dreams, as if I had been wrapped in the most comfortable hug I had ever experienced. Then, I began feeling my nipples being teased at the same time as my cock, which had become so slick with precum that my slit had to be sealed so no more of the liquid would come out. The sensation on my nipples ended as soon as my precum was blocked, a gentle sensation trying to make its way through my lips, playing with them before coaxing me to suck until the invading body was coated in my saliva. It eventually trailed down my back until it slipped between my buttcheeks, finding my hole and pressing against it, finally sliding in with a little effort.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, the discomfort in my assumed virgin hole making me shoot my eyes wide open.

"Ah!" I gasped, looking down through blurry eyes to realize that I had a massive, muscled arm coiled around me and keeping my still, a strong hand wrapped around my cock firmly.

"Shhh…" a husky voice cooed me down, whispering against my ear and giving it a gentle kiss. "Hey, little brother. Calm down… it's me."

The voice belonged to Henry, my older stepbrother. I had recently returned on a break from college, coinciding with his return from a country trip on his new motorcycle and we were both enjoying a well-deserved rest at our home in the room that we had shared for years. We weren't very wealthy, so we had to share our parents' old bed in that same room, a predicament Henry had always been much more comfortable about than me, considering he slept every night snoring loudly with his long, massive limbs wrapped up around me as if he were a boa constrictor and I his prey. I had eventually grown used to it despite his loud sounds, Henry's body growing from foreign to very strangely comfortable, but to a straight guy the thought of sleeping with another one is always something weird. Especially when said guy is your older stepbrother and he loathes sleeping in any kind of clothes, body sweltering like a furnace under the covers, and he eventually convinced you to doing the same, after countless months of just stripping you after you fell asleep without asking for permission.

The reminiscing I had been lost in was interrupted by the way the sensation of discomfort made its way known in my mind once more, my hole wanting to expel that invader away, with no knowledge on how to.

"Wha… nggh… what's going on?" I eventually mumbled, without opening my eyes, groaning again.

"Nothing, little brother," Henry chuckled right against my ear, with his usual innocent, yet deep baritone. "Nothing at all, it's just sleepy time. Fast asleep with me, little brother," he kept cooing sweetly, trying to squeeze his biceps around me in an attempt of a comforting hug.

And, as he said it, I felt whatever was inside me being pushing more and more. I inevitably let out a long, low moan with the way my hole was being stretched, shuddering in Henry's embrace.

"It's going… deeper…" I sighed.

"Hm?" Henry chuckled again. "What went deeper?"

As soon as Henry asked that, that sensation seemed to withdraw from inside me, popping out completely before it started just teasing my hole, circling around it in a way that had me slightly shifting my hips uncomfortably, unable to hold still as if wanting for me.

"I don't know what it was… but I don't feel it anymore," I replied, feeling my body relaxing, as if telling me it was ready to go back to sleep. However, I was quickly brought back to reality by the feeling of my hole being invaded once more. Whatever it was inside it, it even hooked up, making me gasp when it hit a very special spot. "AH!"

That was when my body jerked, trying to get away from that invader once more, but Henry held me still in his embrace without much effort, making sure I wasn't going anywhere. That was when I finally realized it, it was obvious the culprit could only be the man lying behind me. And, for whatever reason I couldn't fathom, his finger was inside me.

"It's you, Henry…" I accused with a tired tone, grunting in annoyance as if scolding a child, too tried to try and fight his embrace after a while.

"Hm? It's me?" Henry pretended to gasp at my accusation with an overly innocent tone. He wiggled the finger he had inside me, before pulling it back into the entrance to my hole. "Well… I suppose it could be me. There isn't anyone else in this bed, after all…" he teased with a condescending tone, before he brought a second finger to my hole. He then squeezed them tightly together and pressed them, this time allowing both of them to slip inside. Though my hole reflexively tightened around them as if trying to stop their invasion, it was futile due to how well-lubed they were with my saliva.

"Nngh…" I groaned in slight pain, my body spasming for a brief moment. "Stoooop…"

"Ssshhshhshshsh now… It's okay, little brother. Just keep sleeping…" he whispered seductively as he slid his fingers to be knuckle deep inside me while planting sweet kisses on the back of my neck, making me melt further in his embrace. The sounds I was making in response seemed to be music to his ears as he began wiggling them separately, almost as if he were trying to tickle my insides with them. "I'm here with you, little brother… and what does that mean?" he whispered sweetly, even suckling softly on my earlobe.

At the same time, the thumb he had been pressing against my piss slit finally lifted out so that all the precum that had been filling my shaft could leak out. Henry then gathered it in his palm as it oozed out and stroked it all over my cock. His hands were moving with so little friction that the feeling was out of this world, making me shudder and shiver so much as I bit my lip trying to restrain myself, not wanting to orgasm.

"It means…" I began replying to him, trying to recollect my thoughts, but I interrupted myself with a yawn and a moan. "It means nothing can harm me… as long as you're here with me… in our bed…" I finally said, followed right after with a sigh. As if in response to the mantra he had whispered for countless nights in my ear, grooming me to calm down with it whenever I fought him, my hole instantly relaxed around his fingers.

"Yes, that's right… nothing can harm you as long as I am here, little brother. Such a good boy…"

The response seemed to be good enough for Henry to shift from kissing my nape to actually biting on it, his teeth pulling the skin slightly in a way that was blissfully erotic, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Now… big brother Henry really wants to cum. What can we do about that?" he asked playfully, as if knowing he answer I was going to give him.

My eyebrows furrowed at Henry's statement, before I yawned and clenched them shut in worry. It took a while again for me to gather my thoughts into giving a coherent answer.

"I don't want you… cumming in our bed. I hate it…" I sighed sternly, unaware of how adorable I sounded to him when I said this.

"I know… I know…" Henry said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his fingers from my now stretched hole, wrapping his hand around his own shaft without me seeing it. "But then perhaps… I could cum somewhere else then, don't you think?"

"Where?" I asked and then I immediately felt him pressing the head of his cock against my hole, making me gulp and whimper. The muscles in my hole clenched tightly around the bulbous head, and as much as I tried I couldn't force my body to move properly, locked in my half-slumbering state. "But it's… so big…" I tried to plead, unable to move away, unable to struggle.

"It is, isn't it?" Henry laughed and his cock head finally popped inside. As my entire body twitched, Henry sighed in relief. "It's okay… remember I'm here with you, little brother? And that means…" he egged on.

"You're here… and nothing can… nnghh…" I was interrupted by Henry pushing more of his cock into my hole, but I knew I had to finish that sentence. "Harm me… aah…" I panted, starting to sweat as I tried to endure the growing pain the more Henry filled me with his massive, thick member.

However, Henry had kept me in the edge of my own orgasm for so long that penetration was the trigger that finally broke me. My cock spurt violently and shot a thick rope of cum all over the sheets, enough to break me out of the trance I seemed to be in and fully wake me up.

"Huh?" I asked as I finally opened my eyes, feeling a sharp pain in my ass, inhaling deeply. "AH!" I exclaimed and almost jumped off Henry's cock, sitting back with my own cock still leaking cum. I panted vigorously in panic as I tried to catch my breath, seeing Henry's deep blue eyes reflecting the moonlight as my sweaty behemoth of a stepbrother smirked back at me. "Henry… what… what's happening… what are you doing to me?!" I gasped.

How had I let my own stepbrother start fucking me light that?!

Henry wasn't too worried, however. Even though my orgasm hadn't been in the cards, it did not deter him at all, having weakened me enough for him to pull me back down, beginning to slowly wrap me in his arms and legs. The memories immediately came back to me. I knew that whenever he held me in his embrace, I'd do whatever he wanted. If I didn't fight now, I'd be lost all over again.

"Hush now, little brother… you can't jump so quickly after a big orgasm like that. You gotta relax…" he cooed, tightening his embrace around me and holding me with very little effort against his sweaty, sweltering body. I feel his heat and smooth skin beginning to consume me, clouding my mind, but I focused all my thoughts on trying to break free, fighting him as he kept speaking with his deep baritone.

"Let me go…" I pleaded weakly, to no avail, as Henry kept speaking over me and eventually turned me around in his arms, forcing me to face away from him once more, completely in control of the situation.

"Don't get so upset. We were just sleeping, like we always do," he cooed, his hand stroking the top of my head possessively.

All a distraction from the way his other arm was slowly sliding up until it had finally wrapped around my neck, beginning to squeeze and cutting off my oxygen supply, further weakening me and preventing me from fighting, not that I could move much with the way his log-like legs had locked around my waist, pinning my arms to their sides in a wrestling hold.

"But now it's nut time. And you know what that means, little brother. I can't sleep until I jizz," he said as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. Nut time was what Henry called the problem he had had since puberty where he always woke up during the night with a massive hard-on. According to him, he had outgrown wet dreams, so it meant he always had to rub one out.

As he choked me with a cruelly sweet smile, Henry kissed the back of my head, even nuzzling against my face. I tried to get away from him, writhing and twitching to no avail, my body so tried. Not that it would have made that much of a difference if it wasn't, considering how much stronger he was than me. Henry even laughed at my pitiful state, before continuing to speak.

"Yet you have this silly rule where we can't cum in bed, little brother. A rule that by the way you just broke. So, I was looking for somewhere else to cum… your hole seemed like a perfectly good place, so I just opened it up for me and slid in," he exclaimed, making it all sound very simple and normal. "Now… what are we gonna do about this hard-on I've got, little brother? I'm still not gonna get any sleep until it's gone…" he said matter-of-factly, poking his gargantuan member against my back as if trying to see if I had any ideas to help me take care of his cock. Since I wasn't struggling as hard anymore, he eased his sleeper hold on me, letting my speak.

"I don't know, Henry, just… stroke it in the toilet or something. Please, I just want to sleep!" I pleaded.

"Nah… you know that's not gonna work. Men like me shouldn't stoop so low as having to masturbate. I'm the kinda man that needs another's touch, so…" he chuckled as he licked my earlobe. "How about you stroke it for me? Then I'll let you go back to sleep. Pleeeeease…" he begged in an almost childish way, too good at it despite his size and age. As he did so, his arms snaked back around me into a loving embrace, squeezing so tight it made me see stars, knocking the wind out of me for a while. "What do you say?" he eventually asked.

"Okay… fine…" I wheezed out and he gently eased up on the hug to make me turn around.

"Thanks, little brother. You're the best," he smiled now that we were face to face, giving me a quick peck on the lips. The moonlight shined on our faces, allowing him to see the way I blushed at his display of affection.

Henry then laughed to himself as I struggled a bit with the fact I had to get my arm into position to grab his cock, considering I was still in his embrace and our stomachs were pressed together, his cock sandwiched between them. I then began reluctantly stroking it, doing it with little conviction, the discomfort visible in my flustered face as I tried to avoid his gaze.

"C'mon now, little brother. You gotta stroke it better than that or we are never gonna get to sleep…" he complained after a while.

"I'm trying…" I grumbled back, his gargantuan shaft wrapped up in my hand, which wasn't firm enough for a comfortable grip, even though I tried my best at it. "You're making it too hard… hugging me too tight…" I complained, not even wanting to get free anymore despite my observation.

"Tight, huh? Hmm… what about we change positions then?" Henry asked, beginning to loosen his arms around me. "Go on and grab my head with your hands. Lace your fingers in my hair, little brother. I love it so much when you touch my hair," he instructed with a smile, before shifting himself into a different position once he had coaxed me to stroke his curly locks with my fingers.

Aligning his cock with mine, which was starting to harden back into an erection, he then wrapped his arms around me once more, though this time mine were free. Squeezing his legs once more around my waist and thighs, he then pushed my closer, pressing our cocks together.

"Aah… what are you doing?" I moaned slightly.

"How's that for tight? I guess must have been a python in my previous life," he laughed and then leaned forward, my face growing hotter as he pressed his lips softly to mine. Beginning to kiss me in a way that made me melt in his embrace, he started rotating his hips, rolling his cock against mine and making me moan softly at the sensuous friction.

"C'mon now… move your hips, little brother," he whispered between soft kisses, before finally snaking his tongue inside my parted lips.

The sensation of rolling around with him was admittedly exquisite, especially when combined with his sweet, yet possessive kisses. I found myself losing once more in lust, sinking in the heat and the smooth sensation of his body, before a smug chuckle coming from him roused me once more, as if reminding me I was supposed to fight.

"Come on Henry, just cum…" I pleaded, but he captured my lips in his kisses once more, stroking my tongue with his in an obvious attempt of trying to prolong things the most he could. It was almost as if he was trying to make me fight to my last breath, wanting to destroy any and all resistance I could muster in anticipation of something. "Must we really kiss?" I asked between pants and groans.

"We mussst…" Henry even hissed, flickering his tongue against my lips before kissing me once more, stealing my breath, glad with being the main force behind it. It took at least ten minutes of kissing for Henry to eventually pull back and let out an exaggerated sigh, one that I recognized as his bored one, coupled with his eyes rolling in annoyance. "This isn't working…" he complained.

"Ugh…" I grunted, rolling my eyes. I wanted to go back to sleep so badly but, at the same time, my own cock was getting back to a level of hardness where if it erected any further I wouldn't be able to do it as easily. And I'd rather die before allowing Henry to find that out. "I know," I said back petulantly, trying to free myself from his embrace, but Henry surprised me by rolling us into a different position, easily manoeuvring me due to his larger body and much greater strength.

"New idea," he chuckled after lying on his back and readjusting me so I was sitting atop him, in the perfect position for his hard cock to be wedged nicely between my buttcheeks. "Yes, this should be much better," he grinned and rolled his hips underneath me, before slapping my ass.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, having always hated it when someone touched my ass.

"C'mon, little brother. Get grinding. Make me cum with those cute tight cheeks of yours," he chuckled.

I let that first slap slide as I began bouncing myself slowly over his body so that my ass ground against his cock. But, when he eventually slapped me again, apparently transfixed with the way my ass jiggled, I stopped, deciding it was time to impose myself.

"Come on, Henry…" I complained, resting my hands on his wide pecs to support myself. The shift in movements accidentally made it so my ass took in the head of his cock as if swallowing it, even though it didn't touch my hole, so I didn't notice it. . "I'm already going out of my way to try to make you cum and I'm so tired…" I sighed, before adding "Also, it really makes me feel like some piece of meat when you slap my ass and talk about it like that," I mumbled, still trying my best to not make him feel how hard I was.

"What? A piece of meat?!" Henry gasped in an overreacting way. "I would never," he said with a frown, reaching his arms up to easily grab me, no matter how much I tried to resist so he wouldn't feel my arousal, utterly failing as he pulled me down so I was resting against his bare shoulder. "Even if I thought of you like that, little brother you wouldn't just be a piece of meat. No, you're my piece of meat," he whispered in a chuckle, his hand stroking over the spot where he had just slapped twice as if trying to soothe away any residual strings, making me sigh before starting to speak.

"But, I…" I stammered. Part of me felt back for accusing him of objectifying him, when he referred to me in such a sweetly possessive way, but an increasingly suspicious part of me was trying to make sense of things, as if aware this entire situation was messed up.

"You're the most important thing to me, don't you know that?" he continued, easily talking over me with his deep baritone. "You're my baby brother. I love you, kid," he said sweetly, making me blush with his words. "I know you play hard to get and even try to hide it with that girl of yours, but it's pretty obvious you love me too, little brother… otherwise, why would you let fuck that sweet ass every night?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I immediately pulled back with a gasp, an offended look at my face as I glared at Henry, ready to demand an explanation for what he had just insinuated, but Henry was grinning back at me as if expecting my reaction.

"Because…" he said, before kissing me deeply, with such passion and intensity that he almost sucked the breath out of me. "You…" he whispered again before yet another kiss, easily wrestling my tongue down and keeping it in place. "Are…" yet another kiss, Henry's lips suckling audibly on my tongue, all while my eyes half-lidded. "Mine…" he uttered with a final whisper, as this time he switched to my neck, kissing me before his teeth dug in and branded me with a hickey that I would have a hard time explaining in the morning.

"I am yours…" I heard my own voice say, not that I could question much of it in my current state, panting breathlessly and having lost my train of thought, allowing Henry to easily pull me back towards him, as he folded his arm behind his head, exposing a sweaty armpit.

"Here now. You're tired, little brother. Just rest here," Henry cooed as he guided me into the sweaty, musky armpit, patting my head with his free hand before it slid down my body. "You just rest while I take care of you. Let me show you just… how," he grinned as his hand went back into my ass, this time reaching into my crack, looking for my hole. Henry then pressed two fingers in very gently, stretching and tickling my insides once more. "Meanwhile… why not have a lick or two of my pit? You do like that salty, sweaty taste," he chuckled.

I was so ready to succumb into the arms of sleep that I happily Henry's tender love and care, allowing him to keep my face pressed against that strong-smelling armpit so that I could start breathing deeply from it and sighing at the way the sweaty musk filled his lungs.

"Mmmmm…" I heard myself letting out a closed, prolonged moan as those invading digits probed their way inside my ass once more, my cock throbbing and releasing precum directly against Henry's abdomen as I easily began opening up again, almost as if my ass had had almost magically sealed tight once more. At the same time, following Henry's coaxing, I had begun licking his armpit, unaware of just how much the slow, almost gentle laps of my tongue were turning him on as I finally allowed my body to sink into Henry's much heavier one.

Nonetheless, that feeling in the back of my mind that I was forgetting about something didn't fade away. But Henry was doing his best to exorcise it.

"Mmmm. That feels really good, little brother, keep it up," Henry sighed and tilted his head just right to be able to kiss the back of my head as I kept giving his armpit a nice tongue back, all while his fingers continued their slow probing of my hole.

"Mmhmm…" I hummed back as I kept licking Henry's armpit delicately, slowly but surely cleaning it of the sweat it had gathered on a warm summer night spent beneath the covers, melting further into his body as he kept whispering sweet nothings in my ear while allowing me to readjust my hole to his fingers.

Then, with his two fingers buried to the knuckles, he then began to open and shut them like scissors, chuckling to himself as I moaned and squirmed atop him. "Everything okay, little brother?" he asked sweetly.

"Uh…huh…" I mumbled between licks, slowly caressing the hairs with my tongue, clearly enjoying the way he fingered me, no matter how shameful it initially had made me feel. My hole was definitely becoming more relaxed now compared to when Henry had tried forcing his massive thick cock inside. As this was happening, I kept coating Henry's washboard abs with more and more precum, moaning as he scissored my ass and settled into a rhythm.

After a while, Henry then slid his fingers out of my hole, instead starting to just stroke the pulsing ring of muscle, as well as teasing my taint and under my sack, making me shiver and shudder all the while. He continued this until my whimpers became apparent and then he returned his fingers to my hole. Only this time he pressed three of them inside, nice and slowly, letting my hole open itself to them instead of forcing it.

"Nnghh…" I grunted slightly in discomfort, though it was followed by a moan right away, feeling those digits opening me up even further. "Henry… aaah… weren't we… mmmmmm…" I lost my train of thought as my cock squirted yet another healthy dose of precum, my body sinking even more against Henry's.

"Mmm, hush now, my sweet boy… Weren't you the one complaining about sleep? Hmhmm… Just sssleep and let your big brother take care of you." Henry cooed, his lips pressed softly to my scalp as he spoke, before kissing my head again.

"Sssleep…" I hissed back childishly at his suggestion, at the moment wanting nothing more than to surrender everything into him and pass out in his arms with the tender, caring way Henry was taking care of me, further reducing me into a primal mess.

He wiggled his fingers inside my hole aimlessly for a moment, the wiggling seeming to loosen the muscle somewhat, allowing all three fingers to slide in to the knuckles. He then began essentially the same thing again, spreading the three digits open, then closing, then spreading them again, each time testing the muscle and how it resisted, trying to spread just a bit more. The more those digits wiggled in their incursion of my hole, the more I seemed to relax, my head growing heavier and my tongue moving slower.

As Henry settled into a playful rhythm once more, I began trying to fight the growing sleepiness in my heavy head, trying my best to open my eyes without much success other than a small breach where only the whites were visible, which was made even harder with the seductive way Henry kept cooing at me.

"I sure love taking care of my sweet boy like this. My little brother needs his hole worked every now and again, isn't that right? Your hole gets lonely… needs some love and attention," Henry chuckled and curled his fingers to my prostate, just barely touching it. However, it was enough to make me shudder uncontrollably, my cock now leaking precum like a faucet, back to full mast. "Oh what's this?! Did I find something special?" Henry teased and now stroked the prostate a little harder with one finger. He seemed to feel the way my cock spasmed and more pre oozed out between both of us, which made him begin to massage in slow circles around my special spot. "Mmm… I'm gonna milk you dry, little brother," he laughed and gave my head another gentle kiss.

"Henry…" I complained as I felt an orgasm building up inside me, the thought that we were not supposed to be doing that, a need to reason with my stepbrother building up at the same time. I was really trying my best to regain control of myself despite how much Henry was doing his best to keep me in that horny, submissive state he so loved.

"Heeenryyyy…" Henry mocked my complaint back a tad cruelly, further waking me up instead of letting me be able to fall asleep, all while I groaned desperately in response. I felt as if I had been hoping for Henry, who was becoming both tormentor and protector, to finish my thought for me and remember it was he who was supposed to be going to orgasm.

Henry then gently helped me out of his armpit and rested my face inches from his own, gazing into his eyes with his own deep blue ones and grinning mischievously as I whimpered and wiggled over him. "You look so delicious like this, little brother… Really make me want to claim you rough and dirty. Such a tease you are. You really are so lucky you're my sweet little boy," he teased and kissed my nose. His comment should have intimidated and roused me, but it only made me blush with how much tenderness his honey-like voice had been soaked in.

He then brought a second finger to my prostate in the meantime and began to massage it even faster. This routine had been done so many times that Henry had had plenty of practice working my special spot and knew exactly how to work it to the point that my cock was a nearly endless flow of precum. I was beginning to grow crazy, that prostate torture growing more and more intense, yet seeming to never approach the point where my cock released.

"Yess… I… aah… stop…" I complained, as if begging for him to let me gather my thoughts, but he only made things worse by adding a third one.

"You look like there's something on you mind, little brother. Got anything to say?" Henry asked with an exaggerated worried tone, but the third third finger he had added to the prostate stimulation purposely was making it impossible for me to think straight. He then closed his eyes and listened my moans and whimpers, smelling both of our sweaty, sexed up bodies, and feeling me squirming atop him. He was clearly happy to stay that way all night.

However, I was like a certain helpless mancub trying to fight through an infamous python's hypnotic spell to call for my guardian. I tried gritting his teeth to finally process the thought in my increasingly more feeble mind, aided by the fact that Henry had closed his eyes and was simply taking in the moment. It was only when my cock finally released a white-ish glob of cum mixed in with precum, not enough to orgasm, but enough to clear my mind slightly, that the thought came forward.

I then weakly moved my hands to rest them on Henry's massive pecs, before finally using all remaining strength in my body, or what was left of it, to try and lift myself higher.

"Wait, Henry… we were supposed to make you cum… why are we doing this?" I asked with more lucidity, my arms wobbling as I tried with all my might to not fall into Henry's body once more, knowing it would be game over if it happened.

"Hmmmm?" Henry hummed absentmindedly. "Oh… Yes, you're right, little brother… We were, hmhm…" he laughed as he opened his eyes and saw his me holding myself up on his chest, wobbling softly. "You probably would like to make me cum as soon as possible so you can get back to sleep, huh?" he asked, mocking concern in his voice.

I sighed in relief, my arms looking as if I had done a hundred push-ups before, grateful that Henry seemed to have found reason and agreed with me. "Yeah… wanna sleep…" I mumbled, unable to contain the yawn that ensured, blinking a few times to remain awake to hear what he would say next.

"Well to start your hands are already doing a pretty good job," Henry smirked and watched as my eyes moved down to get a proper look at my hands.

"Oh…" I mumbled dumbly, seeing Henry flex his pecs.

"I really love when you massage my pecs, little brother. So, keep doing that, mmmkay?"

"But…" I mumbled again, cut off as Henry pulled the card he still had up his sleeve. He began bouncing his pecs in a slow, rhythmic dance, before softly cooing once more.

"Bounce the left… bounce the right… bounce them both… left and right…" he kept repeating for a while, keeping me transfixed, mesmerized with the way his pecs bounced, my eyes glued onto them as if they were a pair of magnets.

He had me perfectly distracted by the erotic bouncing of his pectorals as he reached back and grabbed each of my ass cheeks in a hand. Squeezed each globe for a moment, Henry enjoyed the mix of muscle from working out and the residual baby fat in my ass. Then, he spread the cheeks apart and with great skill he flexed his cock, forcing it to jump up and slip right into the open crack. He then grabbed the shaft in one hand and aimed it right at my hole. Just like his first attempt, he entered it very, very slowly while I was still distracted by the hypnotic way his chest danced just for me, moaning quietly as the head popped in.

"Watch the left… Then the right… Sit back… Real slow… Take my cock… Good sweet boy… Oh so tight!" he continued to coo soft instructions, sighing as I slowly sat down on his length.

"Ooooooh…" I moaned, making Henry pause for an alarming moment, worrying him that I would wake up from my trance as that gargantuan, fat cock began entering me, but I easily went along with the new mantra he was cooing as I sunk further down on his member. "Henry…" I sighed with a slightly pained tone as I was almost fully sat at the hilt, a look of worry in Henry's handsome face. "It's going deeper again…" I finally mumbled in an adorable way, though did not move away from the member now impaled inside me.

While Henry had been a little worried I would start to resist again, as soon as he felt my body settling, he knew I was finally his for the night.

"Mmm… Going deeper… That's right… Going deeper… Still so tight… Open up for my cock… Bounce your hips… Roll and rock…" Henry kept cooing and started to moan quite freely as I finally took in all of him.

"Nnnnngh…" I moaned with closed eyes. It took a few repetitions of that mantra for me to begin shifting my hips and thighs and start to truly bounce over his massive cock, having completely stopped caring about whatever 'it' was going deeper and accepting my fate.

"Oh yeah, baby… Yeah, little brother… That feels so fucking good," Henry moaned and writhed a bit beneath me as I bounced atop him. He then reached his hands up and began to grope and stroke my skin, caressing the slight muscles, tweaking my nipples softly, gently tickling my sides, rubbing my stomach, and finally stroking my cock. "I love you, my little brother," he cooed sweetly through half-lidded eyes and blew a kiss up to me.

That admission made me gasp, having no idea how to process those words. I froze as an all-consuming warmth filled my entire body, sitting as I was over my older stepbrother's cock, as if trying to gather thoughts on how to reply to that, unaware that Henry didn't care much for one.

His sweet smile curled into a more dastardly one as he seized the opportunity, rolling us both over quickly so that I was now on my back with Henry above me. He wrapped his arms back behind my head and shoulders, holding me closer in a bear hug as he now began to roll his own hips, his body tightening around me so hard in a way I had never considered, that any movement from my behalf was practically impossible. My face was practically buried in Henry's armpit, any sounds muffled as he took over the fucking, beginning the process of switching it from sweet love making to pure primal conquering just the way he loved. It wasn't inhumane, since Henry cared enough about me to not want to deeply injure me, but it was obvious that his main priority was his own pleasure. The motions started slow, pushing his fat cock all the way in, then pulling out to just the head, before pushing in again. He sped up over time, but continued to be gentle for a while, fucking me at a nice walking pace.

"Oh fuck yeah… I can't believe I get to fuck this tight hole whenever I want!" Henry moaned, knowing I was too far gone to really process what he was saying. My moans grew louder, muffled as they were, as Henry picked up the pace and truly began claiming me with his fat cock, fucking me at a nice pace. As his arousal grew and impending orgasm neared, the gentle fucking turned more into a pounding. Skin slapping skin echoed in our shared bedroom, and from a voyeur's point of view it would seem Henry was trying to bury me in our bed.

"Ah!" I cried out.

"Man if I could I would fuck so hard and squeeze so tight that you just got absorbed into me, little brother… maybe I'll make it happen one night. Make you become mine and mine only, forever, no more of your stupid girlfriends in the way," he laughed, having had completely enveloped me as he repeatedly slammed down into me.

His words should have truly scared or woken me up to just how much he was in control of me, but I was so far gone that all that smug gloating ended up in empty ears. I could only comprehend pleasure now, and the way that thick cock penetrated my hole, spreading it further apart was pure ecstasy. Our fucking was so loud that it would be heard by any waking neighbours for sure, especially with the animalistic way Henry moaned and grunted, even laughing as he reminisced on how he got his way every time.

"Gonna cum… Gonna cum!" he yelled.

Henry's warning that he was going to cum fell on deaf ears, considering my cock was so tightly compressed between our stomachs that an orgasm would be impossible in that predicament.

"Oh-Oh fuck baby yesss!" Henry hissed and slammed a final time into my hole before exploding with the orgasm he had built up all day thinking about this moment. "Ooh… ooh… Fuuuuuuck…" he released a shuddering moan as his body collapsed on top of mine and shook a bit violently with each rope of cum that continued to shoot from his cock. Eventually his orgasm had mostly ended and the quakes atop me, instead just sighing as he emptied the last of his balls inside me, kissing repeatedly atop my forehead.

"Mmmm… Claimed you for another night, hmhmm… My sweet little brother," he mused, almost half asleep now as his powerful afterglow was kicking. His cock remained buried inside my ass even after he'd finish cumming. And, despite the intense orgasm he had just had, his dick did not soften, at least not fully, remaining hard enough to plug up my hole and keep his cum from leaking out… mostly.

I had been absolutely exhausted by the time Henry came with a roar, shooting so much cum inside my ass that I feared it would leak out onto the sheets, unaware that his cock would act like a nice plug even when soft. I then wheezed out some air when Henry started relaxing slightly over my body, but, as Henry entered afterglow, I began regaining consciousness, though I was too tired to object to anything now. I tried moving away from under Henry, but he was so heavy that I could do little more than stir and twitch, eventually giving up with an annoyed sigh, ready to succumb into the warm arms of sleep…

…until Henry began snoring.

He snored so loud that, no matter what, counting sheep, trying to synchronize with the snoring, I simply could not fall asleep. To make matters worse, my cock was still painfully compressed against Henry's washboard abs. I felt bad for waking him up after he had fallen asleep, feeling strangely concerned about him despite the fact he had been the one to have initially woken me up. So, I first debated over doing it for another half hour, until I finally began trying to stroke and pinch Henry, only able to move my arms enough to pinch his arm a few times until Henry finally grunted.

"Hmm, huh?" he grunted, not really opening his eyes or even fully waking up. "Something the matter, my sweet little brother?" he mumbled, readjusting his body a bit, causing his cock to twitch inside my hole.

"Henry… I'm sorry, but I can't sleep…" I complained, before groaning as Henry shifted in his sleep. "Nnghh… so heavy…" I could not help but utter.

"Hmm? Can't sleep? Oh… that's easy… I know just the thing," he said.

I sighed in relief at that, but then grew worried as Henry shifted his body, resting more of his weight on me.

"Nothing like some good ol' smothering," he said with a chuckle and moved his arms into position to start smothering me under his weight.

"Wait, wait, Henry!" I exclaimed as he was ready to surround my head with his arms, but luckily, Henry hesitated and pulled back, looking at me as if he was curious to see what I would say. "My cock… I didn't cum either…" I sighed, since it was hard to speak full sentences with how difficult it was breathing under Henry's body.

"Mmmm… You silly boy… Have you forgotten about the rule, little brother?" Henry laughed and gave me a rather condescending pat on the top of my head.

"Huh? What rule?" I grunted beneath him, too tired to remember we ever had rules.

"No cumming in our bed," the smiling Henry said with a mocking tone. "You leaked a whole cup's worth of pre and cum onto our sheets earlier… Tsk tsk… It's a silly rule, but you're the one who made it, you silly boy."

I was utterly flabbergasted with what Henry had just said, but even my shocked, offended face was not enough to deter him from continuing.

"And now… Now you gotta be punished for breaking it!"

Of course, I was ready to open my mouth to protest, but before I could do so, Henry's arms closed back tight around my head, pinning me to his chest, over his one pectoral in fact.

"Mmm… It's time for your night night milk, my sweet little brother…" Henry mumbled softly and pressed my lips against his nipples.

I couldn't resist as Henry began bouncing his pecs again and cooing at me to suck, and so I finally fell into a helpless sleep, suckling on Henry's nipples during the night and dreaming softly, unaware of the various ways I was going to be tortured in the morning to earn that release in the morning once Henry eventually woke up…

---

As I crossed my arms behind my head, a deep sigh found its way out of my mouth, exhaling pure boredom out into the room. My flatmate and I were on our tenth day of self-imposed quarantine, both of us confined to our separate rooms, leaving only to eat and use the bathroom, never at the same time.

The disease had too many names, some hilarious, some not that friendly. I wasn't too worried about it, being still in the prime of my youth at the age of twenty-four, but my flatmate had reasons to be worried, due to his asthma. I avoided him as much as I could, eager for all of this to end so I had something, anything to do. I foolishly opened Tinder to see if there was someone easy to score, before stupidly reminding myself I couldn't leave.

Little did I know that my wish would come true in the form of a knock at the door.

I made my way towards it, surprised when I looked through the peephole and recognised one of my flatmate's acquaintances, Henry. A large, imposing man, clothed solely in a black tank top that exposed his furry chest, and so tight that it seemed it could burst open at any moment, along with shorts that exposed his bulging, tree trunk thighs.

"Hello?" I asked as I opened the door slightly, without undoing the lock chain.

"Hey there, little neighbour." Henry smiled, a comment that somewhat offended me, for I was anything but short. "I was looking for my little pal."

"Sorry, but he can't really see anyone," I said. "He's got asthma and he's worried about the disease. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, I know!" Henry exclaimed with an admittedly charming smile. "I'm here to bring you this."

Henry ended up stepping aside to reveal he was carrying the equivalent to caviar these days: toilet paper. And it was a pack almost as big as him, with over a hundred rolls. We had almost been running out of it, yet I was afraid to go out and buy some since people had convinced themselves toilet paper was going to become the new currency in this post-coronavirus world, even fighting each other for a single roll.

"Oh," I said, my eyes widening slightly in surprise, but I rationalized that maybe my flatmate had asked him to bring some. "Thank you. Give me a second."

I then closed the door, only to unlock it and open it again, as Henry lifted up the giant pack with one arm and carried it over his shoulder to bring it towards our pantry. I could tell he had been running or working out before arriving here, smelling of sweat, but it was not altogether unpleasant. For some reason, the smell didn't turn me off, my mind excusing it as a feature of his masculine presence.

"Seriously, thank you. You're a lifesaver. How much do we owe you?" I asked.

"No worries, little neighbour. Just a friendly neighbourly favour," Henry smiled.

"At least let me get you something to drink."

"Got Corona?" Henry joked.

I did not have Corona beer, but I ended up giving Henry a beer and picking one up myself. His hand grazed mine as he accepted the cold bottle, and it was so warm and smooth that I actually lost my train of thought for a moment, so focused on how amazing it felt to the touch. I had actually been wondering if it was a good idea to have that man over even if it was for thirty seconds, but that thought quickly vanished, so I just leaned back against the counter as he gulped it half of it down in one go, the vibrations in his gut visible through the tight black cloth of his top. The company felt nice anyway, and I could get to know this mysterious man who visited out apartment so often, but was confined to my flatmate's room all the time.

"So… how are you holding up through this?" I asked, strangely awkward at that moment. It had never been hard for me to make any small talk, I had gotten laid tons of times already, but there was something about Henry that was making me feel so vulnerable in his presence.

"Can't complain. Got my fridge and pantry stocked up," he said, taking another swing of his beer. "Although…"

"What?"

"Nah, nevermind," he chuckled.

"Oh, come on!" I complained almost childishly, this forced isolation clearly affecting my personality.

"Well… there is something I've been missing. That's why I came here looking for my little pal. But I guess if he can't be with other people…" Henry pouted.

"Ah…" I mumbled, before realizing what Henry was talking about. "Ah!"

"Do you want to know what I was going to do to him?" he asked.

I gulped. Suddenly, any sort of relaxation that had been washing throughout me was replaced with a sense of dread, especially with the way Henry's deep blue eyes looked up and down, eating me up as if I were a piece of meat. I recoiled as Henry stood up, ready to distance myself from that imposing man, but he ended up grabbing my wrist, gently yet firmly.

"Relax…" he hushed with a deep baritone. "I'm not going to hurt you, little neighbour."

I didn't even have an answer for him. His hand was so warm, filling my body with waves of calming, tranquilizing heat. I had to take a deep breath to focus, feeling my arm becoming weaker, but once he loosened his grip around my hand, I tried to yank it back. Henry seemed to have predicted that, for he swiftly moved his hand and caught mine in his, intertwining our fingers together.

"What are you–

"SSShhhhhshhhshhhsh… calm down, little neighbour." Henry smiled charmingly, staring at me with his deep blue eyes, almost as if he were reading my mind with them. "Just sit back where you were."

I gulped softly, but followed his command, as if his hand on mine were guaranteeing he would never hurt me. He even squeezed my fingers reassuringly, waiting for me to sit back on the kitchen counter so he could take a step closer, making me realize I was pretty much trapped there by his much wider, muscular figure, even if we were almost the same height. The musk that came from his body was strong, yet not altogether unpleasant. It was as if someone had bottled the concept of man in a perfume and made it irresistible.

"Now, where was I?" he asked rhetorically, before chuckling. "Ah! I was going to hand him over the toilet paper, hold his hand nice and gentle… just like we're doing. It feels good to hold my hand, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes…" I mumbled shyly, realizing his grip on my hand was loose enough for me to just pry my fingers away.

"I thought so. Why don't you hold my other hand as well?"

"S-Stop…" I pleaded, but it was futile. Henry basically just grabbed my other hand, this time holding it gently, half-lidding his eyes as he kept looking at me.

"Feels so good, little neighbour. I bet you've also been craving to hold someone… to touch someone… to feel someone."

"We shouldn't…"

"Shhh…" Henry hushed me again, with such a tender baritone that it made me feel like a child being scolded by a parent. "It's okay. I'm going to take care of you. You must have been feeling so lonely, you poor thing. Here…"

Henry let go of my hands just to grab the zipper of the onesie I was wearing, unzipping it and freeing me from its sleeves. Before I could really push him away, Henry's massive bare arms wrapped around my head and pulled me forward, burying my face in his chest, some of the hairs tickling my nostrils. The smell was even more potent now, traveling its way directly into my lungs, with Henry stroking my hair in a slow way, coaxing me to relax my breathing as my eyes half-lidded.

"How long has it been since someone embraced you?" he asked, but I did not muster a response. I couldn't remember ever feeling like someone was holding me, pretty much used to the opposite, being the bigger spoon. And, despite everything about my current predicament being a red flag for me not to, I couldn't help but give in and surrender to Henry's embrace, scooping my ass and sliding it along the counter to get slightly closer towards him.

To that, Henry let go of my head. I gasped, looking at him with a fearful look, afraid I had done something wrong, but all he did in response was smile and then lean down to kiss my forehead. I couldn't help but blush, even if he had only paused to remove his tank top, finally standing in all his shirtless glory.

A second was all I had had to look at him before he consumed me in his embrace once more, but it had been enough for that perfect frame to be printed in my mind. A wide chest with bulging pecs that bounced once they had been freed from their clothy cage, along with a set of chiseled, rigid abs, yet looking comfortably enough to lie my head in. Even if Henry had consumed my entire body with his heat once more, I couldn't help but wonder. I had never had any interest in men. I had nothing against gay people, couldn't even recall ever having called someone a homophobic slur. Yet, at that moment, all I wanted was that man. More of his heat. His scent. Him.

And I knew that was wrong.

"So…" Henry interrupted as he stroked my hair, moving my head and making my cheek rub against his soft-furred chest. "Once I'd finish holding hands with him and hugging him, calming him down and making him just accept what I want to give him, getting him all docile, I thought I'd move to the living room. Your couch is just so damn comfy."

"Sto–

"But you're still not ready, are you, little neighbour? My little pal would have given up by now, but I can see you're a feisty one," Henry chuckled, ruffling my hair while he moved my head and readjusted my face. At first I didn't understand why he had done it, but my eyes opened wide once I realized I had his firm, erect nipple pressed between my lips. His arms then loosened around my face, only so his fingers could press against my head, moving in concentric circles and making it even harder for me to voice a rational objection, my eyes half lidding.

"Mmm…" I groaned.

"Suck…" he commanded firmly in a tender whisper. I groaned again and tried to pull my head back, but he pressed it back against his chest, starting to coo sweet nothings into my ear. His touch, his smell, his voice. All of it was like a continuous assault on my mind that I was becoming weaker and weaker against, eventually unable to contain myself by the time I heard it again. "Sssuck…"

The way he hissed that word made a shiver run through my spine, my exposed torso covered in goosebumps as I could not, did not want to fight him anymore at that moment. My lips eventually latched onto Henry's nipple and I began suckling on it, gently at first. It tasted of his sweat, a taste not altogether unpleasant, sweet despite salty. It made me eventually settle into a rhythm, suckling on a man's nipple as if waiting for something to come out, but it made me also mellow out, half-sitting as I was on the kitchen counter. Relaxed enough for Henry to coax my legs to wrap around his waist, his hands pressing against my still clothed ass.

The sensation of being picked up brought me back to reality, making me look up in awe at Henry's grinning face. However, before I could do anything about my current predicament, Henry forced me to sway, making me feel like I was going to lose my balance and fall back. My arms instinctively wrapped around Henry for support and, as I looked into his handsome grinning face, I instantly realized I had fallen into his trap, my body once more giving in against the heat that radiated from his impossibly smooth skin. I eventually laid my hand on Henry's bare shoulder, as he carried me into the living room with a smug grin.

"Now, my little pal already has some experience with this, but don't you worry, I can teach you just as well, little neighbour," Henry said as he sat me on the couch, taking advantage of my weakened state to quickly strip me off my onesie, leaving me as naked as the day I had been born.

"What are you–

I interrupted my own question when I realized how hard he was,a prominent bulge visible through those shorts. One that left no question towards the existence of underwear below them, even if Henry was quick to provide an answer, taking them off to reveal his nude state, along with a massive cock that made me gulp out loud with widened eyes.

"Please…" I pleaded.

"I know, little neighbour. Don't worry," Henry smiled, stepping onto the couch, putting my face at level with his crotch. "I would have done the same thing to him. Here is how we would have started. Why don't you take a deep sniff?"

Before I could ask why Henry wanted me to do that, he buried my face in his crotch, my nose sinking in his sea of pubes. I immediately took in that deep whiff Henry had asked me to, my lungs and nostrils flaring at the intense smell, the pure scent of man filling me completely, invading and taking over my mind. My own cock was already hardening, but it mattered not when I had this perfect example of a specimen completely consuming me.

Henry coaxed me through another four deep sniffs before he finally released me from his pubes. My face was flushed red, my breaths ragged and panting and. even though I couldn't see it, I faintly knew my gaze was empty from the way my vision was slightly blurry, even if it was enough to make out Henry's handsome features smiling warmly at me.

"I would have asked him to open his mouth, the same way I want you to do now, little neighbour."

I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't care. I did what Henry said, parting my lips as he shifted his hips forward, letting my mouth welcome a quarter of his length. My lips seemed to work on their own as they felt the heat that radiated from Henry's cock, even more intense and concentrated than the one that came from the rest of his body, which pretty much had surrounded me all over like a blanket by now.

I looked up at Henry, who smiled approvingly at me. A blush covered my cheeks and, in that moment, I felt like the proudest being on Earth, no care towards the disease, the quarantine. None of that mattered. Only Henry. Henry's cock, more precisely.

Even if I knew exactly what I was doing, the maximum I could do was to just mimic when it had been done to me. I tried bobbing my head back and forth to suck on his member, but I was clearly biting off more than what I could chew.

"Ah, ah, ah," Henry tutted, laughing. "That's not enough, little neighbour."

He pulled my head back and then helped me lie it back against the back of the couch. My eyes widened and my heart raced as he came even closer, this time taking full agency as he started filling my mouth with his gargantuan cock, with no indication he was going to stop. I couldn't move, however, despite not being restrained at all. My body simply did not want to move, even if it was somehow trying to fight that intruding prick.

"Open up…" he complained slightly and I tried to relax my throat, lulled by the scent of his body, which was pretty much like a drug to me right now. I eventually felt that member finally breach my throat, continuing to fill me until my nose was pressed against Henry's pubes.

He held me there firmly, tenderly stroking my hair as he kept cooing sweet whispering sounds, making sure I was as comfortable as possible despite the fact I had his cock lodged deep down my throat. My eyes, which had been wide with horror at first, were eventually drooping down into a relaxed half-lid, becoming even emptier.

"That's a lotta cock in your mouth, little neighbour." Henry joked, pinching my nose playfully. "It's a big bite, a big bite…"

I knew he was mocking me, but I didn't care.The sensation of that cock inside me was something I never thought I would feel. Pure completion. As if, until that moment, something had been missing inside my body, and Henry's cock had fit perfectly like a puzzle piece. Even if I could barely breathe, everything was okay with the world at that moment. And, if it weren't for this man, I would never have been able to experience this.

"Now… if I were playing with my little pal at this moment, I would have fucked the shit outta that tight throat of his," Henry began. Clarity filled my eyes for a moment and they widened in worry, but he quickly coaxed them shut with a gentle stroke of his large hand. "But I'm gonna do it nice and gentle with ya, little neighbour. Just sit there and relax, nice and easy."

I did as Henry instructed, eventually feeling calm enough that my lips started sucking on his girth as if it were a pacifier, which was all the approval Henry needed to very slowly beginning to move his hips, descending and raising his cock although never far enough to let it slip out of my lips.

"That's it little neighbour… ngh… now you're getting it," Henry beamed with pride as he never broke eye contact with me, the noise I was making suckling dutifully growing louder with each advance. "Mmmm… so deeply relaxed… submissive… obedient… Are you ready for your first taste of cum, little neighbour? From the look in your eyes you're look like you're dying for a taste… hm?" he teased.

My eyes widened again, realizing that he was going shoot his load inside my mouth. I mustered enough worry to shake my head, making out a panicked sound, one that Henry easily dismissed by covering my eyes with his hand, chuckling as he did so.

Henry had enough control of his gargantuan member to apparently cum on will. Before I knew it, he came with a manly groan, shooting his seed straight down my throat at first. However, he made sure to begin pulling back after the first few spurts, giving me my first taste of manseed, stroking my throat to make sure I gulped it all down.

As Henry pulled back, I panted to try and catch my breath, aware that I had just had my first taste of cum. And it was the sweetest, most delicious thing I had ever put in my mouth. It should have horrified me, it should have made me push that man away, cry for help and even call the police.

But I didn't.

I merely looked up in awe at the behemoth standing before me, looking down at me with that handsome, superior grin of someone who was in complete control of the situation.

"Ah, that hit the spot." Henry sighed with a grin, seeing no problem with what he had just done to me. He then almost threw himself on the couch, lying most of his torso on my lap, crossing his arms behind his head and trapping my legs under his weight. "Want to know what I was going to do to him next?"

"I…" I wanted to plead for him to go away and leave me alone, yet I know most of me did not mean those words, so nothing came out.

"Well, once he gets my cock all lubed up I love having him take care of me. Just relax before I finally fuck my little pal's hole, you know?" he asked, grabbing my hands and placing one of them on his head while the other rested on one of his pecs. "Come on. Do it, little neighbour."

The command was simple, yet effective. I was stroking Henry's dark hair and his chest as if of my own volition, that man heaving out a deep sigh and closing his eyes for a moment, knowing he had me trapped in those movements. I was so lost in the warm, smooth feeling of his body that I sat there for countless minutes, until Henry finally moved.

Before I knew it, his large arms grabbed my head and pulled my down so he could finally claim my lips. My eyes opened wide in shock and I managed to jerk my head back, but, at this point, Henry would not be denied. He quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around my head as if they were a python's coils, forcing me to submit with both their strength and their heat. His legs worked in tandem with his arms, first wrapping around my wrist so he could finally force us both to lie down, with me completely trapped between him and the back of the couch, my tongue now as easily dominated and wrestled to submission as my body had been, only moans escaping my lips until he finally broke the kiss, hugging me against his chest and burying my face in the cleft of his pecs.

As his pecs began bouncing against my face, I felt my thoughts slipping away. Of course they had to have an effect on me, his entire body was completely hypnotic.

"He would always find some last struggle around this time, but as you can see that is never an issue to me, little neighbour." Henry joked, tenderly stroking my head. "That's when I just love wrapping him up in my body. I love how you guys are always the perfect cuddle. So easy for me to just squeeze."

The comparisons to a python were not without merit. Henry squeezed me so tight that I couldn't breathe and my mind almost went blank, effectively hacking away the remaining strength in my tired arms and legs before he relented, shifting on the couch so he was lying back and I laid on top of him, our hard cocks pressed against one another, his sheer length completely outperforming mine, making me stare back at him like a deer caught in the headlights as I still tried to regain my breath.

"Now… I really like it when my little pal takes care of me. You've already given my man-tits a good suckle so…" Henry paused to lift his right arm and cross it behind his head. I couldn't even show any shock anymore. "Lick my armpit."

I stuck my tongue out as soon as he finished his sentence. I don't know why I faintly expected it to be disgusting or repulsive, but as my tongue made contact with the hairs in his pit, it was instantly consumed by a strong, salty taste, almost as delicious as his cum had been. One lick quickly became another and, before I knew it, I was cleaning off the sweat that had gathered in his armpit, moaning as I did so while he closed his eyes and sighed deeply again, draping one leg over mine as a leash.

Once I had finished cleaning his other armpit, Henry then caught my flushed red face in his large hands, bringing our lips close together once more so he could give me yet another breath-stealing kiss. There was no shock, no worry left in my face anymore. Only desire. Even if his eyes and smile let me know what he was going to do to me.

"It's time, little neighbour."

Henry readjusted both us slightly, grabbing my hips and then slowly lowering them while his other hand kept his cock steady. My body was completely limp, almost weightless in his strong hands, as he finally penetrated me, taking my anal virginity as if it were nothing.

"I'm in, little neighbour. You're not a virgin anymore," he smiled mockingly, before closing his eyes and sighing as he started filling me. "Oh, so tight… so much tighter than my little pal!"

He kept easing me lower and lower, with me staring at his eyes before I couldn't contain my own anymore, rolling upward as I was further stretched. "Thaaat's it…" he encouraged.

The two of us sighed out together as I was finally buried to the hilt, with Henry making me realize I had lost control of my drooling as one of his hands came up to wipe it out from my chin, before grabbing my ass again, both hands clasping my cheeks tight, massaging and kneading them as Henry licked his lips hungrily, clearly enjoying the tight warmth of my once virgin hole.

"Up…" he commanded next, gently guiding my hips upward, making my erect cock throb and leak.

"Down…" he uttered again, slowly burying me down until I had his full length inside me once more.

"Up… Down… Up… Down…" Henry gradually set the slow but steady rhythm before his hands let go of me. "Thaat's it…" he encouraged, smiling at the way I was soon nearly bouncing up and down on his cock of my own accord, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back.

"Good little neighbour…" Henry sighed blissfully, reaching forward to pull my head back into his chest, guiding my lips towards his pecs. He didn't have to command me to do anything; my tongue simply came out and almost slobbered all over those two mighty mounds of muscle, licking and cleaning with that cock remaining perfectly impaled in my hole, my hips bouncing in a perfect movement, as if I had always trained for this precise moment.

"Get ready for it, little neighbour…"

That was all the warning I got before Henry's began thrusting upwards. Hard. Deep. Fast. Each pound seemed to seal his presence, his essence in my entire being, making sure there was no resistance, no concerns. Only lust. It was like Henry's powerful hips and cock were literally pounding me into a hornier and hornier state that he was going to enjoy playing with for a long time. And, although my hole began instinctively squeezing and clenching Henry's cock, he continued gripping my hips and moving me up and down in time with his thrusts, dictating the pace completely. Henry's moans devolved into growls the hornier he became, and soon he was thrusting upwards with an intensity and rhythm that had me crying out wantonly, my eyes nearly rolling up my head.

Eventually, Henry fired his hot seed deep inside me, his cock pumping load after hot load into my now willing hole despite him having come earlier. I couldn't hold it anymore and convulsed, falling into into him, panting and moaning as Henry instinctively wrapped his arms around me. His cock remained embedded deep in me as he let the juices sit inside, caressing my back, not a single damn over the fact that I hadn't cum yet.

"Good little neighbour…" Henry cooed, his hand tenderly stroking my back, the other guiding my lips towards his nipple once more. "Ssssuck…" he almost hissed.

I fell asleep suckling on his nipple like a baby, my exhausted body completely limp as I rested in a deep slumber. So far gone was I that I did not even rouse when Henry shifted from under me to reach towards his discarded shorts, extracting his phone from them and taking a selfie of us, winking and sticking his tongue out at the camera in a lecherous pose.

Thanks, little pal. He's going to do just fine until it's safe for us to play again.

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"Finally!" I shouted to no one as I finished writing the final words on the introduction to my university project. Always finish with the introduction, they said.

I was sure that this day wasn't going to be any worse: I had woken up late, forgot to have breakfast, missed my bus, and forgot my laptop's charger at home, which forced me to finish my project due that day on the computer lab once I was done with my classes. It was a room that was clearly not used: the weather was sweltering hot outside, yet the windows must have likely been closed for days.

It was so stuffy that I was working there alone with my own shirt almost completely unbuttoned, exposing a lean torso that was only slightly decorated with the faintest traces of abs. I wasn't the sportiest guy, unlike the crazy pillars of health you saw running outside, either kicking, throwing, or passing a ball between them. Not one of those condescending guys who thought sportsmen were all muscle-brained gorillas, though. Just lazy myself.

Not a minute had passed after I finished my project when I heard the door to the computer lab opening, making me look to my left to see one of those pillars of health stepping in. Even if I hadn't, the smell of sweat made it clear someone was coming inside. Tall and bulky, wearing a sweat-stained blue tank top that seemed like it could barely contain those muscles.

I recognized him, although I wasn't sure if he was a student, a teacher, or a janitor, no one really knew anything about him. Yet, somehow, I knew his name. Henry.

"Hey, little pal." Henry smiled at me, always an overall friendly guy, but he had this weird vibe around him that never made me want to get too close to him. And he always referred to me like that. I wasn't exactly short, but the way he called me little seemed to remind me of how much taller and more imposing he was compared to me.

"Hey." I said nonchalantly as he pulled back a chair to sit to my right.

I thought I should just save my work and submit it, but I felt bad if Henry thought I was leaving just because he had arrived, so I decided to skim through everything once more. Henry eventually turned towards the computer in front of him and turned it on, that musky smell of his becoming stronger as he stayed there. It was making it hard for me to concentrate, but if I thought just powered through it, I could be out of there in a matter of minutes.

Realizing I wasn't hearing the sound of typing coming next to me, I looked to my side from the corner of my eye and noticed Henry hadn't really opened any programs, just leaningback on his chair, crossing his arms behind his head, exposing his armpits. If that smell was already strong, it had now become pungent.

Unable to control myself, I took an audible sniff in response. I had never smelled something like that. It was undeniably the smell of sweat, and it was strong, but it didn't feel unpleasant or anything of the sort. No, as strange as it sounded, it was almost addictive in a way. I couldn't help but want to stay there for a while longer, absentmindedly scrolling up and down my doc without really revising it.

Henry smiled. I wondered what exactly he was looking at in his browser, but my head was starting to feel lighter. I tried shaking it and rousing myself, but my own body seemed to be fighting against me, making me want to lean back on my chair.

"Everything okay, little pal?" Henry asked me with a concerned tone, although that confident smile was ever-present in his handsome face.

"Y-yeah…" I mumbled weakly, pulling my chair back slightly. It didn't make any sense, but I think it was Henry's smell that was doing something to me. I needed to get out of there. "I think I need some fresh air…"

"Nonsense, little pal." Henry said, casually stopping my chair with a firm hand, leaving his arm there behind me, surrounding me with that scent. "Why don't you come closer and have a look at this?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused, wondering what exactly Henry could want to show me.

Nonetheless, I leaned to my right in order to peek at his monitor. The web browser was still open, but it was just on the new tab page.

"There's nothing here…" I whined, before I took a louder, deeper sniff. I thought that smell couldn't get any stronger, but now that I was this much closer to Henry, I felt like I couldn't move back.

"Shhh… just wait a moment, little pal. It will show up." Henry cooed at me, the arm that had been draped across the back of my chair coming closer. I could feel his warm skin pressing against my nape as he hung that heavy, muscular arm over my shoulders.

His body was so warm that it seemed to radiate heat on its own. And, despite it being already hot outside, I shivered like one would entering a heated room after spending an entire day in the cold. It felt so nice that I couldn't help but want to lean even closer against Henry, although at the very last second I refrained myself from doing so, afraid of how he would react.

However, Henry seemed to have felt it, quickly addressing it.

"Don't be shy, little pal. Come closer," he said, pulling me closer to him by my chair, taking the opportunity to spread apart my open shirt to gain as much access to my bare skin as possible. I don't know if I thought about complaining, but if I did, I never voiced it. Even if I had, he was quick to distract me again, reminding me of where I was supposed to be looking at.

"Oh, here it is, little pal. Eyes on the screen." Henry said as the screensaver was activated. A flurry of lines, travelling up, down, left, right, horizontally, vertically, diagonally, everywhere. Normally I wouldn't have looked twice at that, but in my current befuddled state, it was such a mesmerizing display of colours that I was easily distracted, like a deer trapped in headlights. My lips even parted, such was my awe, a transfixed look in my wide open eyes that Henry couldn't help but chuckle at.

"Heh… so freaking adorable, little pal," he said, even bringing his digits up to play with my lips, tracing them around, and smearing something wet on them. It tasted just as strong as his sweat smelled, a salty yet delicious aftertaste to it. He couldn't help but playfully pucker them like a fish, chuckling at how silly I looked. "That's it, little pal. Just keep looking at the nice colours. So pretty, aren't they? Yet not as pretty as you…"

Hearing that filled my already rosy cheeks with an embarrassed blush and made me giggle silently. I never really had any issues with my looks, but hearing Henry calling me that made my heart flutter. He thought I was pretty. This day was starting to become really great.

I wasn't aware of how long I had been staring at the monitor, totally sucking in Henry's warm and musky aroma. It just felt so good to breathe in and enjoy it, along with his imposing touch and consuming presence. Almost like all of my senses had been sucked in, along with the rest of reality.

I was so far gone that I didn't notice than Henry had begun to encase my head with his arm, feeling my face pressing against something moist and firm. It didn't register in my mind that Henry had just trapped me in a headlock, with my face smothered in his sweaty armpit. The smell was so pungent that my nostrils flared when I took a deep whiff, completely filling and corrupting my lungs with what I now realize that was Henry's essence. Raw, pure, manly scent.

My body spasmed in response, maybe in a last ditch attempt to try and break myself free, but then I felt Henry's other hand coming to stroke my hair affectionately, a burst of happy and fuzzy feelings bubbling up and foaming in the pit of my stomach, making me wish I'd never leave this place.

"Shhhh… just breathe and relax. You're not going anywhere, little pal." Henry cooed in an almost condescending way, but his voice was so soothing that I obeyed him and relaxed, concentrating completely on just breathing him in.

I didn't know nor cared for how long I spent there trapped in that amazing musky prison, but by the time I was helped out, my vision was blurry, with my eyes holding a dazed look, my face flushed red and part of my hair matted with Henry's sweat. Yet, as I looked up at the man who was pretty much owning me right now, to those deep blue eyes and pearly white smile, Henry was the most beautiful sight I could comprehend.

Yet, there was still work to be done, seeing by the way Henry flexed his own torso slightly in my direction, raising his other arm in order to welcome me into his other sweaty armpit.

"Lick, little pal, lick… taste my skin…" he cooed as he buried my face in his armpit.

The idea of being pressed against another man's armpit, of licking it should have repulsed and disgusted me, but I simply could not resist, unable to disobey his command. My tongue came out for one timid lick, as if my body were bargaining with Henry for this to be enough, hoping he'd be happy with that small gesture, but Henry's hand was firm against my head, keeping me trapped there.

Nonetheless, the salty taste of his armpit was even more addictive than his musky scent. I couldn't have enough of it. It tasted far better than my favourite juice and it got me feeling much more loose than the best alcohol. I just sat there, half-leaning on Henry as I licked and licked, my slurps becoming so loud it made him chuckle proudly, those fingers of his massaging my scalp.

"That's it, little pal… you're behaving so well!" Henry praised me, my lips curling into a happy smile against his now wet pit, slick with my saliva. Not needing to hold me anymore, he allowed his arms to cross behind his head again, heaving out a deep sigh as he sunk into the chair, enjoying the worship.

I was pretty much in paradise, never wanting for my predicament to end. At least, until I heard someone trying to open the door to the computer lab, realizing Henry had locked it behind him when he had stepped in.

Although I hadn't been caught licking Henry's armpits, the mere prospect scared me enough to startle me into a half-awake state, making me lift my head with concern.

"Wait, we–"

"Shhh…" Henry interrupted me, his arms coming to wrap around my head, surrounding me with their musculature as our lips met in a dominant, fiery kiss, one that he controlled completely, as my body had pretty much become jelly. Even the taste of his lips was somehow hypnotic on its own, making my own eyes half-lid as I enjoyed it.

"Mmmm…" Henry hummed, clearly enjoying it as well.

"Mmmm…" I echoed, wanting him to know just how much I was loving this.

Our lips kept wrestling with one another in a passionate dance for quite a while, although his tongue always won and prevailed, mine yielding and submitting every time he wanted me to. Those arms of his eventually moved in order to manoeuvre me so I'd end up straddling his lap, merely panting breathlessly as he broke the kiss, smiling confidently at me.

"It's time for a firmer conditioning, little pal." Henry smiled, even nodding as if that would reinforce his words.

Whatever that meant, I wordlessly accepted with a nod of my own, not resisting at all as he lifted his tank top just enough to actually slide my head under it, trapping me under the sweaty, damp fabric, my face pressed against the cleft of his soft-furred pecs. I merely twitched once, but those muscular arms came up around my head in a firm grip to make sure I stayed there nice and tight, before the unexpected happened.

Henry's pecs began to bounce against my head. I didn't understand how, but with each bounce, I felt his power pulsing through me, making me aware of just how helpless I was against him, if everything that had happened so far hadn't been enough. The smell was just as overbearing as it had been when I had been trapped against his pits and this time my tongue came out of its own, lapping away and kissing his sweaty skin, before I eventually lost any sort of will and my body simply stopped moving at all, just breathing placidly that manly musk I couldn't get enough of.

Whistling confidently, Henry turned both our PCs off, although not without mailing the project I had just finished, before he finally stood up, hoisting my still body over a shoulder.

"You're all mine now, little pal…" Henry chuckled, giving my ass a claiming hard smack, before he swaggered his way out of the computer lab, carrying me like I was his hard-earned prize. It was clear he was far from being done with me, but he wanted us to be in a place with complete privacy, especially since the sun was setting down.

This day was only getting better.

I felt myself being carried around, before I was eventually sat in a table, my back against a wall, faintly aware that I was in a place so cramped and stuffy that our bodies were enough to turn quickly turn that storage closet into a furnace of horniness.

Although I was pretty much out of it, as I saw Henry undress himself to completely expose that sweaty, nude body of his, I knew what was going to happen. And that there was nothing I could do to stop it. Something that should have made me scared or fearful, but all it did was make me grin with lust, especially as Henry swaggered closer, pulling my shoes out and grabbing one of my bare feet to plant a kiss on my soles.

"Scoop your butt up, little pal." Henry commanded, so I could help him take off my pants, leaving me in my tight boxer briefs, the bulge of my obscene erection plain enough for both of us to be aware of it, quite the big package that anyone would be proud to have. Henry couldn't contain himself and squeezed it with a proud grin.

"Nice, little pal. Really nice…" he praised, making me swoon with the compliment, before he pulled my underwear off, my hard cock smacking my abdomen with how fast he pulled them off me.

My open shirt was the last thing to go, all of my clothes discarded in a corner as Henry leaned onto me, pressing his erection against mine. I couldn't have seen it properly before, but now I could feel it. My cock might as well have been limp, his was a gargantuan monster. I wouldn't be able to take it.

"Shhhh…" Henry hushed, as if reading my thoughts, grinding forward and making me moan loudly as our cocks frotted against one another, his heavy, muscular arms wrapping around me. "It's gonna happen whether you want it or not, little pal. So just lean back and enjoy it."

All I could do was nod silently, as Henry's hands came down to spread my legs apart, coaxing them to wrap around his firm waist as his monster cock rubbed against my ass. I was pretty much hyperventilating here, but Henry took his time painting my hole with his pre, holding me close and surrounding my body again with that radiating heat of his, allowing his scent to fill the room so it could cloud my thoughts enough for him to finally pull his hips back and align his cock with my hole.

I let out a scream that was quickly muffled with a firm hand as Henry started to press his thick member inside me. He wasn't rough or forceful, merely filling me if he were turning my body into a sheath for his cock, knowing the power of his musk and his warmth would be enough to keep me still. And although that fear had been there, soon I realized there was no pain nor discomfort. No, by the contrary. I now felt complete, in a way I had never thought possible in my life. Like I had been born to fulfil the prophecy of having that cock inside me.

And now that I had it, I was sure. I belonged to Henry.

My toes curled and fanned out as Henry finally buried himself deep inside me to the hilt. I could feel the head of his cock secreting its juices inside me, and it had been such a consuming sensation that I had unleashed my load without even feeling it, my abdomen sticky with my seed.

"You came, little pal…" Henry teased playfully in a singsong tune, releasing my mouth.

"Sorry…" I breathed out, feeling ashamed for coming just from the penetration.

"It's okay, little pal… it's okay…" he added with a sinister grin.

Before I knew it, Henry started to thrust, holding me still as he started to truly fuck me. It was pure, animalistic pleasure. His hips thrust back and forth with vigour, pumping in and out as if his cock were a battering ram, my will the wall he had to destroy. And all I could do was cry out and moan in pleasure, pretty much seeing stars with how rough Henry was fucking me.

I had no way of measuring time, but I was pretty sure Henry fucked me for hours. He had turned me around so he could completely lie on top of me over the table, snaking his arms under my armpits in order to grip me tightly as his hips were almost a blur with how intense he was. He was claiming me in every way he could, even picking me up to slam me against the wall, any resistance of mine beyond impossible with how exhausted my body was.

I came and came, until my balls had become pretty much empty. Both of us were drenched in sweat, but I was pretty sure my body was more covered in Henry's than my own. I didn't know how I was still conscious, but I heard Henry clearly when he finally spoke, after pretty much spending the whole night fucking me.

"I'm gonna cum, little pal."

That was all the warning I got, before I was laid down on the floor on my back and Henry pretty much smothered me under his whole body, pressing his entire muscular frame against me. His cock slammed my prostate in a way my body almost convulsed with an orgasm that almost hurt, as he finally roared his completion, shooting load after load inside me, filling me with so much cum that I could swear my stomach even bloated.

We laid in afterglow for quite a while, although Henry never took his cock out from inside me, that member impressively not going soft despite how spent it was, almost as if he wanted to make sure his seed had been buried deep inside me so I would feel it for days.

"I'll see you soon, little pal." Henry whispered in my ear.

Right after that, he got off me, looking down to make sure not a single drop of cum had leaked out of my abused hole, and dressed himself up, smiling down at me before he finally opened the storage closet and nonchalantly closed the door behind him, leaving me there behind.

This day had been perfect.

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I'm all for worker's rights and all that, but my university professors could be a bit more understanding when it comes to oral presentations that are scheduled during a public transport strike. Confronted with a gentle request to postpone it a week, the answer our professor gave us was a ridiculous and condescending suggestion for us to just walk there, since the class was at 4 PM.

"Thank you so much, Henry. If it weren't for you, I'd be completely stranded." I smiled at Henry, the guy who lived in the annex we rented in our property. He had been listening to my phone call while I was arriving home, ranting over how unfair my professor had been, and generously offered to give me a ride, since my university wasn't that far away from his workplace.

"Hey, little man, no problem at all! I missed you so much since you started classes. It's a great opportunity for us to catch up!" Henry flashed his pearly white smile at me while he even playfully ruffled my hair, which was always a dishevelled mess, but it was part of my charm. He had always been a bit too friendly and handsy with me, but considering the enormous favour he was doing to me at the moment, I couldn't complain.

"Yeah… Sorry I haven't been around, but I've pretty much only been home to sleep."

"It's okay, little man." Henry said, that being his special nickname for me. I wasn't exactly little, but any guy would feel like it compared to his massive, muscular frame. "Can't have you walking for hours just because the trains aren't running, but now that I have a look at it, it'd probably do you some good!" he added, a hand sliding under my black T-Shirt to poke at my belly.

"Stop it!" I complained with a giggle, always having been too ticklish, something Henry had teased me about ever since I started working out with him at his place that summer, often holding me with his big, strong hands, almost completely surrounding me with his large, imposing body that seemed to radiate heat on its own to teach me the correct form for my exercises. I had lost a bit of shape with all the university partying and lifestyle change, but it wasn't anything too egregious.

Henry's poking hand had just settled down against my stomach, faintly stroking it, and the warmth felt so nice that I forgot to consider he was becoming a bit too close for comfort. I had stayed up too late that night, something that unbeknown to me was dooming me at that moment, for I committed the simple yet dangerous mistake of allowing myself to yawn.

"Someone's sleepy, huh?" Henry chuckled at me, tenderly tickling my belly to rouse me up.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, stretching my arms.

"It's okay, little man. Why don't you make yourself comfortable, huh? Lean your seat back if you want." Henry suggested, and I took him on that. "I'm gonna make myself comfortable too," he added as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a white tank top underneath it. "Sorry it's so stuffy in here. I really need to fix the AC."

"It's okay…" I mumbled again, yawning once more, before Henry draped his shirt over my head. I couldn't help but sniff it in reflex, the smell so intense it made me groan. I was used to Henry's smell, from weeks after weeks of working out with him in his garage. I didn't know why, but it was far from being unpleasant. It made me feel good, almost making me float around like in those cartoons, carrying me weightlessly on my way to my happy place.

But I couldn't let Henry know it, grabbing the shirt and throwing it into the back seat.

"Hey, stop it!" I whined almost childishly, to Henry's great amusement, who couldn't help but chuckle at me, surprising me by capturing my head in a headlock, shoving my face into his sweaty armpit as he gave me a noogie, his knuckles grinding against my skull, almost scrubbing away the thoughts from my mind with that.

"MMMF!" I complained, trying to break free, but it was hopeless. Not only was Henry unbelievably strong, that massive muscular arms of his like the vice-grip of an anaconda's thick coils, but the smell of his armpit was also beyond intense, pungent, making my nostrils flare as I unwittingly inhaled it, filling my lungs with its musky essence. It was raw, powerful, almost forcing my mind to submit the same way Henry had made me repeatedly cry defeat with his arms and legs over the summer while he taught me how to wrestle, forcing me down onto the floor and wrapping me up in his body with a myriad of holds, often making me spend minutes without end smothered in his armpits, crotch and ass, until inhaling his scent felt as natural to me as breathing air.

I eventually managed to release myself, but only because Henry had slowed down enough as we approached a toll. I felt light-headed, woozy as Henry nonchalantly kept driving forward. It was so warm and stuffy in the car that I was starting to feel quite hot myself, not realizing that Henry had turned the heater on while I had been trapped in the musky confines of his armpit.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, little man? I bet you'd feel even more comfortable like that." Henry suggested, and I acquiesced, taking off my black T-shirt without even thinking twice, throwing it onto the backseat to keep Henry's clothes some company, giving Henry the perfect opportunity to snake his arm around my nude shoulders, holding me close while he kept bathing me in his heat, the warmth of his bare arm feeling exquisite against my skin, the musk from his armpit wafting against my nostrils as I kept breathing his scent.

I kept sitting there placidly with half-lidded eyes until I noticed a sign to my right listing the next exits, not paying much mind to it until Henry took the first exit on the right.

"Wait, Henry…" I began to mumble, wanting to alert him that he'd end up going back on the highway.

"No need to worry, little man." Henry hushed me without any concern in his voice. "Why don't you just relax? Just forget all your worries for the time being… I'll take care of everything…" he kept cooing sweetly, his hand returning to play with my hair, even twirling a curl in his index finger as he spoke, knowing how much I loved having my hair played with.

"Mmm…" I hummed, finding the idea quite agreeable at that moment, knowing that letting go of myself and just entrusting Henry with everything was always the best course of action. I always woke up so happy and pleased, even if I didn't know how exactly I had ended up falling asleep in his bed sometimes.

"That's it… you can even doze off if you want, you know? Just close your eyes and relax, little man. Let the feeling of the road beneath us lull you into a nice, dreamy state, taking you into your happy place…" he kept cooing at me, his fingers now digging against my skull to massage it. "The road always has a way of relaxing me… the way it just keeps moving, rushing past your eyes… real relaxing, ain't it, little man?"

"Yeah…" I mumbled with agreement, but then remembered my priorities. "But… my presentation…" I said weakly.

"Shhhshshshsh…" Henry hushed me condescendingly. "Stop worrying… just relax… As long as you are with me, you can… and you are…"

"I am what?" I asked stubbornly, not realizing that Henry's arm was once again tightening around me, pulling me close to him.

"Shhhhh… shhh…" was all I heard in response, before my world went dark, as I was welcomed into a warm, damp, pungent place that decorated my lips with an almost calm smile. So out of it was I that I did not acknowledge I was trapped in the tight, musky confines of Henry's pits yet again, although this time much more pleasantly, sniffing and breathing in his drug-like scent as if there was nothing wrong in the world at that moment.

"There we go…" Henry commented, pleased with himself once he felt my tongue come out, as it always did almost of its own accord whenever I found myself pressed against his armpits.

I licked and licked, tasting the salty essence of his sweat like it was the sweetest, most delicious nectar in the world, feeling my cock hardening in my jeans without a care. I was used to being hard around Henry when we wrestled anyway. He said it was normal around his presence, so I shouldn't be too concerned with it, and, after a few sessions of wrestling that always ended with him mounting me and humping me to orgasm, I soon realized it was pretty normal for him to get hard around me too. In his case it made sense, it was only natural for a manly man like him to get obscenely hard when dominating a little man like me under his massive body.

By the time I felt the car stop, Henry's armpit was tasting more like my saliva than his own sweat, so he gently pulled me out as he clutched my chin to admire the placid grin on my face, with his other hand coming down to undo my belt.

"Nice, little man… really nice. I much prefer you when you are in your happy place." Henry laughed, making me giggle along with him even though I didn't really understand what so funny about it. I was faintly aware he had parked in a rather secluded forest off the road, the kind that was famous for lunchtime sexcapades, thankfully empty in the morning, although I was so calm and carefree I doubted I would be too distressed in the chance I saw another car, unbothered with whatever was going on outside, my face instead beholding Henry's handsome one, that wicked smile the most beautiful sight I could comprehend on that moment.

Whenever I saw that grin, I knew exactly what was going to happen to me, what always ended up happening ever since he started inviting me to his place to work out soon after he had moved in. Weeks after weeks spending every morning (and sometimes also afternoons, evenings, nights, or even a whole day) entering his door with the intention of working out under his advice and supervision (for the ladies, or so I thought), and ending up serving as his spotter, wrestling dummy, personal masseuse, body worshipper, and eventual fuck hole.

"Well then, little man. You know what I always like first." Henry said as he undid his own belt and pulled his seat back, taking off his tank top while I move to straddle his lap. There was a fresh, ripe armpit for me to bathe with my tongue, one I immediately went to work on when Henry flexed his massive arm behind his head, not even bothering to lock me there anymore. He had trained me into, modesty aside, quite the perfect worshipper, and I ate that armpit out like it was pussy, so good at it that Henry could help but moan outloud as my tongue made contact with the wet skin.

"Oooh… that's it. That's more like it, little man. Worship that pit!" Henry groaned out huskily, relaxing and just enjoying the sensation of my tongue audibly lapping his skin. He coaxed my arms to embrace him with his other hand, but, while I did began to grab onto him at first, I then grabbed his flexed arm to try and pull it down, making him chuckle when he realized what I was doing. "Sure thing!" he exclaimed, happily bringing his arm down to lock me in his armpit once more, moving his other hand to begin feeling me up, groping and pinching my body.

"Oh, I take back what I said earlier, I like there's more meat to grope around" he complimented me, but I didn't hear him, so engrossed I was in my task, but my slurps becoming louder despite being muffled, almost as if I were showing my appreciation through my licking, making him moan yet again.

"Oh yeah… that feels so damn good. You have no idea how much I needed that, little man. You wouldn't believe how blueballed you've left me since you started your classes." Henry said. It wasn't as if there wasn't a supply of other boys for him to play with while I was busy, but he allowed myself to feel ashamed for letting him stay all that time lonely without me, knowing a guilty slutboy was a doubly slutty slutboy.

Regardless, he moved me around so I would start worshipping his chest instead, alternating between licking the sweat off his soft-furred pecs and latching my lips onto his nipples, sucking vigorously as if I were starving for them. All while Henry kept groping and feeling up my whole body, undoing the fly on my jeans and his own pants so our cocks could come out to grind against each other, both hard and leaking, although his gargantuan erection outdid mine easily. Even though I was pretty proud of my own girth, Henry's was monstrous, emasculating anyone in his presence just by existing. After some writhing and moving around, Henry managed to get both of us somehow naked, not wanting to soil our clothes since both of us had places to be in after that. Well, me especially.

Now that I thought of it, I never managed to pick up what Henry did for a living, and how exactly he paid my parents rent, but I wasn't too bothered with that at the moment, much more focused on more important things.

Henry only let go of my head so he could pull me up for a kiss, capturing my lips with his own so that my cries were muffled once he gave my bare ass a smack so hard that it left an imprint of his enormous hand, tattooing my bare cheek with its red hue. He loved slapping my ass around like he owned it, which he kinda did now that I thought of it.

Nonetheless, we began making out in earnest. Of course, used to being the one in charge when I wasn't hanging around Henry, I had to be put in my place by his dominant tongue, which wrestled mine around until it was placid and almost still, allowing Henry's to trail fire all over it with tender, passionate strokes, only stopping to shove two fingers in my mouth, wetting them with my own saliva, before they went down to grope my ass again.

Eventually, Henry's hands stopped groping my cheeks and his fingers began to press unceremoniously against my pucker. There was no need for lube other than my saliva and the sweat of our bodies, the two large digits eventually entering my hole without any need to knock, stretching it out as they spread and wormed around, making me moan right into Henry's mouth as he chuckled dominantly, playing with my hole until I felt my release coming, at which they stopped and abandoned me, with Henry also breaking the kiss, enjoying my frustrated, flustered panting expression.

"You poor thing…" he taunted me, kissing my cheek. "You want more, don't you?"

"Please…" I pleaded.

"I know… I know… You need cock to release. Hell, any cock would do right now for you, little man… but your favourite cock is mine, ain't it?" Henry grinned evilly, even grabbing my cheeks roughly in a display of dominance, squeezing them and making my lips pucker like a fish's as he pulled me close. "Hm?" he asked, his eyes blocked with mine, his blue so deep that it was hypnotic.

"Mmhmm! Mmhmmm!" I tried to nod almost with desperation, sounding like I was being threatened, but it was all my own hunger for cock and need to orgasm.

"Good. Very good. But I'm not done having my fun with you yet, little man." Henry smirked and turned me around so my back was lying against his torso, his massive cock finding its way perfectly between my bare ass cheeks, resting there like a hot dog between two buns.

Before I knew it, however, one of Henry's massive arms wrapped around my neck, locking itself in a tight sleeper hold, while Henry's other hand reached down and wrapped around my cock in a firm grip, beginning to slowly jack me off.

"Hggk!" I croaked out, that bulging bicep pressing strongly against my neck. "I can't… breathe…"

"That's the fucking idea, little man." Henry mocked me with a chuckle, his thumb even beginning to rub along my cockhead as he kept stroking me. Despite having my air supply cut off, I squirmed and wiggle, almost like I wanted that feeling to stop yet continue at the same time, my body reacting like livewire, the powerful waves of bliss spreading throughout my body frying my brain.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Henry tutted me once I started to really squirm around too much, a loglike leg coming up to clamp around my waist and bind me, holding me perfectly still with his massive strength. "Good boys are to be quiet and horny. I may give you more, little man, but only if I deem it. You don't ask me for more. You don't ask me for anything… unless I allow you to." Henry chastised me condescendingly, authoritarian and dominant, punishing me by bringing me to the brink of orgasm five times, maddeningly keeping me still while he played with my body as if I were a mere doll for him to entertain himself with.

By the time I was drenched in sweat myself, whining helplessly, Henry finally relented and let go of me, turning me around and giving me a chaste kiss to the lips only to end up pressing me down until I was kneeling forward under the steering wheel, his cock pressing against my forehead as I beheld its massive girth with an open-mouthed awestruck look, like a cultist worshipping its god.

I found myself instantly latching onto the bulbous hand like a hungry baby at the teat, but Henry stopped me before I could engulf it completely, looking down at me with a beaming grin.

"Ah, ah, ah, little man," he chastised me again with that condescending tone, making me feel completely little in my almost bowing position. "You know how it goes. Remember your place, how do we always start?"

Henry had taught me three rules when it came to sucking his cock. It seemed like too much, but once he had explained them and their importance with his own flawed logic, it made perfect sense considering I was sucking off a man like him First, I always had to look like I was craving his cock. Then, I always had to give it a compliment. And, finally, beg first.

"Please, Henry…" I pleaded almost in fears, a famished look in my empty eyes. "Your cock is so powerful… I really need to suck it."

Henry merely nodded his silent approval and I went to work, pretty much holding a degree in sucking his cock. My lips enveloped the spongy tip, forming a tight seal with my mouth and drawing a loud moan from Henry. Using my tongue, I traced around the head and under the slit, repeating this motion for several minutes, knowing Henry loved to take his blowjobs nice and slow. I opened my eyes, peering down the pole to his untamed bush. There was still quite a lot left to swallow.

So, gradually, I began my descent, inching towards the bottom. Once I felt the head lodged at the gateway to my throat, I checked my progress, confirming there were still quite a few inches left to go, steadying my breathing and relaxing.

Eventually, the head popped through my inner ring, and I plunged the rest of the way down in one swift motion, feeling Henry's wiry pubes tickling my nostrils.

"Oooh yeah… that's it, little man. Take it all!" Henry groaned encouragingly, crossing his arms behind his head, intending to contribute nothing to that amazing blowjob.

Once I had adjusted to the fullness, making sure I wouldn't choke, I began the swallowing motions I knew Henry enjoyed so much. My throat's rhythmic contractions provided Henry with significant pleasure, and he made this known with his loud moans and praises, singing the heavens over me as I kept working on his cock, bobbing back and forth until Henry finally reached his climax, grabbing my head and giving a rough thrust forward with his hips.

"FUCK!" he roared so loud that anyone outside the car would have heard it when the first blast of Henry's orgasm emptied itself into my throat. The milky seed bypassed my tongue altogether, each contraction of Henry's ironlike rod forcing it directly on a speedy trip into my stomach. My swallowing motions continued unabated during Henry's orgasm, partly to intensify the sensation as he had taught me, yet partly to clear my throat for the next volley, although Henry eventually pulled back to allow me the pleasure of tasting his final spurt. Only once Henry's body conspicuously relaxed did he allow his dick to slip from between my lips, playfully slapping my face with it, wetting my cheeks with his pre and my saliva

"Hey, little man. There's still some jizz in it," Henry noted, panting lightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Squeeze it out and clean it, would you?"

"Hmhm!" I nodeed dutifully as I milked the shaft from base to tip, extracting a large bead of slippery, white cum, before I obediently lowered my head and lapped it clean, the friction of my tongue causing one last full-body spasm from Henry, who eventually reached down to pull my head away.

"That's good for now, little man. Even a big guy like me has to rest for a while before he's up for more," he chuckled, turning me around so I could sit with my back against the seat.

Before I could even think, Henry's legs locked over my torso in a vice, keeping me stuck against the seat, one of his feet pressing against my cock with its arch, rubbing it up and down slowly, before he squeezed the head between his two large toes.

"Hmhm… still hard. Good, little man. Very good. I bet you can't wait to cum, huh?" Henry chuckled teasingly, torturing my cock with his foot and those slow, languid strokes that were making me shudder all over, his legs pretty much preventing me from moving my own torso at all.

"Yessss…" I almost hissed as I whined pleadingly, almost pathetically in tears. "Please… I wanna cum…"

Henry just chuckled wickedly in response, knowing how well he had trained me. After days of initially reaching orgasm while I was pinned under his body when he wrestled, after minutes upon torturous minutes of Henry humping out bodies together, he had taken a liking of making me wait and work for my orgasms, edging me for hours beyond belief, either trapping me with his python-like wrestling holds or even tying me up with his toys. Eventually, it reached a point where I couldn't cum at all in his presence unless I had my hole filled with his cock, and he was making sure to relish it.

So, Henry took his turn masturbating me and keeping me on edge with his bare feet, either slapping my hands away in the rare event I managed to break free one arm and try to grab my cock when he was denying me orgasm only to bind my arms again, or even squeezing my cock between his feet while I was a mere stroke away from finding release, alternating this sexual torture with making me lick my own pre-cum away from his feet, stroking my chin and my torso with the foot that wasn't being worshipped at that moment, all while he reassured me and kept me hooked with honeyed words and sweet whispers, always knowing how affectionate he had to be with me.

I cleaned those feet, kissing, licking and even sucking on Henry's toes, so vigorously that by the time Henry was hard again and ready for another round, they were so thoroughly drenched with my saliva that it almost dripped from them.

It was then that Henry released me from his legs, gently picking up with a genuine smile on his handsome face that made my heart flutter.

"Okay, little man. It's time for me to give you a proper ride. The one I've been wanting to give you for weeks." Henry said as he coaxed me to straddle his lap, that hard, slick cock pulsing behind my ass telling me exactly what was going to happen, and that I couldn't do anything about it.

Once again, Henry crossed his arms behind his head, letting me know I was going to be the one doing all the work. I merely nodded in agreement and aligned my hole with the head of his cock, easing myself lower. The head was completely encased in my ass, my own untouched dick spasming reflexively.

"O-oooh… ffff…fuuuuuuuuuck!" I slowly moaned as if the word itself were being slowly dragged out of my throat, sinking another inch, unable to contain a blissful grin as my ass stretched to accommodate Henry's widening girth. Henry gently allowed me to proceed at my own pace, knowing it had been quite a while since I had been impaled by his monstrous member, offering genuine friendly encouragement.

"That's it, little man… come on… you can do it. You're making me so proud… my little man, fucking himself on my big dick!"

Invigorated by those words, I continued my slow slide down the slippery rod lodged in my ass, moaning periodically as I sank deeper. When the head touched my prostate, I groaned in abandonment and couldn't contain myself, the rush of memorized sensations of bliss filling my head, and dropped down balls-deep with a loud groan. However, surprising even Henry himself, I showed up how famished I was for cock when I rose several inches and forced myself back down. Hard.

"Whoa!" Henry commented, looking genuinely concerned I had hurt myself with how hard my face grimaced.

"FUUUUUUCK!" I yelled so loud it actually obfuscated Henry's own voice, rising yet again and dropping back down, spearing myself on that fleshy pole.

"Heh, I guess I worried for nothing. You really are hungry for cock, huh?"

"Y-Yesssssss…" I hissed, trembling and shivering, sweating profusely, my mind a total cum-brained mess. "YES!"

"Hmhm… keep doing it then." Henry commanded, and I resumed my motions as he kept speaking. "We can't help what we like, little man. You love getting dicked up the ass, I love having a hot piece of ass riding my cock. So, go for it. Ride me hard, baby."

Those words were everything I had been wanting to hear all my life without realizing it, making me slide along the entire length of Henry's cock, from base to tip and back again, with a fairly quick rhythm. It was difficult to keep my balance without holding onto Henry for support, my hands latching onto his massive pecs, even beginning to squeeze and massage them as I bounced myself on Henry's cock, my own painfully erect dick out of control, flopping around obscenely and spewing precum all over Henry's abs. I was about to blow, and we both knew it, but Henry encouraged me to slow down, starting to set small goals for me to acheive, wanting me to make him proud. Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Five more minutes yet again.

Eventually, I was so agonizingly on edge that I couldn't take it anymore.

"Hold it, little man… hold it…" Henry insisted huskily, but even he knew that I had already surpassed my limits.

"Your… dick… is… gonna… make… me… cum!" I complained slowly, completing a full up and down stroke to punctuate each word, doing my best to resist the fast-approaching orgasm. My treacherous rod was trembling out of control, an orgasm in the next minute was becoming inevitable. Neither of us could stop it.

So, Henry thrust upwards harshly, squeezing me in his arms as he bellowed a dominantly-uttered "Cum" that was enough to finish me up, as my own seed sprayed like a fountain.

My orgasms under Henry were beyond anything else I experienced, but this one was unreal. Instead of a violent initial spurt, the flow began like a stream, but then the explosions started. I shot hard all over Henry's torso, his pecs, his abs, and of course my own stomach, as my ass clamped down on Henry's cock like it was going to engulf him.

That was when Henry finally shot himself, squeezing me so tightly in his muscular arms I swore he was going to break my back, his cock shooting such powerful loads inside the tight confines of my own ass that it made my orgasm feel pathetic in comparison. White hot cum filled my insides, spreading a wave of relaxation throughout my body so intense that it actually knocked me out, fast asleep even as Henry kept filling me with his load…

The motions of my body falling forward as the car braked was what woke me up, my head heavy and groggy.

"Huh? W-whuh?" I asked, confused, looking around. I felt like I had just finished an intense workout, the kind that left you feeling like you could take on the whole world despite the raw soreness you felt in your muscles. My mouth had a strangely salty aftertaste to it, as if part of it were creamy and the other mere liquid.

"Hey, little man. Sorry it took so long, but we're here." Henry smiled at me, bringing my attention to him. I looked at his tank top and wondered why he had taken off his shirt, even looking down at myself just to confirm I was fully dressed, before I turned back to him.

"Did I fall asleep?" I asked, remembering pretty much nothing about our trip, although we had taken quite a while, judging by the time on my watch.

"Yeah, sorry about the traffic, little man. But you were sleeping so peacefully that it would break my heart to wake you up." Henry smiled reassuringly, his hand ruffling my hair. "Off you go, then. Good luck with your presentation."

"Thanks, Henry. wish I could pay you somehow."

"Why don't you come by tomorrow night? I'm sure we have a lot to catch on, since you pretty much slept through the whole trip…" he lied, pouting playfully in a way that betrayed his masculine features.

Although I had plans, it sounded like a great idea. And it was the least I could do after that generous ride, especially one he had spent all alone, with me snoring away next to him.

"You know what? Sounds like a deal." I smiled, unaware of the cogs turning in Henry's perverted mind.

"Perfect. Off you go then, little friend. Kill that presentation!"

"Thanks, Henry. You're the best!" I said as I opened the door and walked off Henry's car, unable to notice how uncoordinated my own steps were, or how much of a load dumped inside my ass I was carrying around.

"Don't worry, little man." Henry smiled wickedly at me from his car, without me realizing it, looking down at his own spent cock. "You've already paid me quite the tip," he chuckled and drove along, already planning how he was going to sweetly torment me the next time he caught me in his arms.

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"Son, your tutor is here!" I heard my father shouting from the front door, a sound that made me stand up from the stool I had been sitting on, working on one of my paintings.

I had never been the studious kind, something that my father had thankfully never pressured me over too much about despite being a renowned surgeon, but the fact was that I had to redo my final year at school. Not that I was too bothered about it, for it gave me time to think about what I really wanted to do, if university was worth it despite the money I was gaining in commissions, having sworn to never draw for anyone for free. Plus, now that I was eighteen years old, I could finally get my driver's licence!

Regardless, one of my buddies gave me the contact of his tutor now that he had headed off for university, saying he was the best of the best, one who was incredibly selective about the young men he picked to tutor despite not charging too much, requiring me to send my Instagram profile so he could decide.

As I took off my art apron and put on my usual studying outfit, a loose tank top and shorts that left nothing to the imagination, not even bothering with underwear, I recalled that I had found it strange at first, wondering what kind of possible pervert he could be, but I didn't think about it much more once he had finally shown up and given me some lessons, even if his studying method was… unusual, for lack of a better word.

"Sorry, Henry. I was just finishing a painting." I said as I finally reached the doorstep, where my father awaited me with my tutor.

Henry, my tutor, was as always clad in a blue tank top that seemed like it could barely contain those muscles of his, a soft-furred chest almost on full display. Looking at him, one would never think that muscle-brained-looking man was such a coveted high school tutor, but the fact was that, after I started having lessons with him, my grades started improving almost overnight.

"It's okay, little dude." Henry smiled at me, his teeth almost shining as always.

"You keep the pressure on him, Henry." My father said. "Don't want him to lose focus now that his grades are finally improving."

"Oh, don't you worry." Henry chuckled, giving my bum a playful smack, something that made me wince despite how painless it was. "I'll make sure my little dude works hard!"

My father just smiled at us and retreated to the living room to watch some TV while I escorted Henry to the study so we could sit on the desk in a corner. I didn't even bother to pick up a second chair, for Henry always sat on the office chair and lowered the seat so I could assume my usual studying position.

Sitting on his lap.

The first time he had laid that out as one of his conditions, I had obviously resisted, finding the mere suggestion borderline insulting. I wasn't gay or anything like that, but for Henry that didn't mean anything.

He had managed to convince me to accept that, after a while of holding my bare wrist while explaining his reasoning, that a close bond between tutor and student was essential for good results.

"Trust me, little dude. Once you try it, you'll find no other position comfortable." Henry had promised.

And he turned out to be right.

While it did make me feel rather small and feeble, being surrounded by his massive, muscular body filled me with a strange warmth that only intensified whenever our bare flesh grazed, the light hairs in my arms becoming erect like pinpricks in response, my stomach filling itself with butterflies while my body heated up in response.

Thinking about it, it was that strange sensation that finally got me to surrender to trying out sitting on Henry's lap, despite his endless attempts of convincing, coaxing and almost coercing me to do so, but I couldn't focus much on that thought, for that was when Henry made me wince by teasingly pinching a nipple of mine.

"You're not paying attention, little dude…" he tutted at me.

"Sorry…" I sighed. "It's kinda hard to focus, Henry… you're too warm…"

Henry just sighed in response to that, tsking and shaking his head.

"You always come up with the same excuse, little dude," he said as he snaked one muscular bare arm around my torso. "I'm starting to think you want me to do this every time."

"Wait, Henry!" I exclaimed, but it was hopeless.

With that one arm restraining me like a vice, Henry's other hand snuck inside my shorts, of course with me wearing no underwear as I was instructed to never do, instantly grabbing my cock and squeezing it with a firm grip.

"Aah…" I sighed, squirming uselessly, as Henry began to pump the shaft back and forth, with an expert, torturous grip.

"Focus, little dude." Henry said almost threateningly with a singsong tune. "You know what will happen if you don't…"

Trying to power through the clouding sensation of Henry's warmth was already difficult enough on its own, but coupled with his hand working on my aching member, it was simply impossible to resist.

I started to sweat myself, my breaths shifting towards silent panting until I finally let out an almost pained groan, allowing my head to fall forward for a split second.

"Whoa, little dude… you okay?" Henry asked with almost mocking concern, ruffling my hair with the hand that had been restraining me, now that it was no longer necessary to do so. "You're panting… maybe you need to relax a bit, take a deep breath. Don't you think so?"

"Henry…" I sighed, unable to say anything more in response, the mere act of thinking an almost impossible, torturous labour. Not that he needed me to do that.

"Yeah, little dude, you know it's better that I think for you, so that you can completely focus. Don't forget that"

As Henry said that, he shifted around behind me, moving his arm while pulling my head back so it could completely entrap me with my face pressed against his sweaty armpit, all while I had been taking that deep breath he had required me to.

His raw, masculine musk made my nostrils flare, my whole body shudder and tremble, requiring him to hold me again for only a few moments before his hand returned to work on my cock with the same pressure and intensity as before, almost making me see stars throughout the intense fog that suffocating smell and warmth had filled my already weakened mind with.

Before I knew it, my tongue had slipped out of my lips as if of its own volition, giving that sweaty pit a shy lap, followed by another one, with Henry chuckling right after, making me freeze and open my eyes in sheer shock, despite being unable to see.

"Shh… it's okay, little dude. Keep licking." Henry commanded gently, stroking one of my arms to encourage me. "You know it always helps you get motivated to study… it's the kind of encouragement good boys like you need once in a while."

I merely nodded in response, not even bothering to think if his words made sense, much less wondering why I would be licking another man's armpit. Nonetheless, I kept lapping until Henry was satisfied I had licked enough and let go of my head, but not without making sure the other armpit didn't feel left out.

Reassuming our original position, Henry pulled down my shorts a bit so he had an even easier access to my cock, jerking it off again without needing to restrain me this time, my mind completely focused on finishing the exercises he had printed for me. Instead of restraining me, his other hand started to grope and fondle my body from underneath my tank top, pinching my sides and twisting my nipples, although moving it fast enough to cover my lips whenever I moaned in response.

"Shhh… little dude… focus…" Henry would tut, squeezing my aching erection in response.

By the time I was done, I was a sweating, panting mess, almost collapsed on the table while my tutor set the sheets aside.

"Good job, little dude. You're progressing so well." Henry congratulated me with a pat on the head.

"Thank… you…" I replied almost breathlessly.

"Can hardly believe how lazy you used to be… your dad was so desperate that he didn't even blink at my demands for us to be kept alone no matter what." Henry mused as he kept stroking my hair. "Whipped you into shape, haven't I, little dude?"

"Hmhm…" I hummed while I nodded along to his questions, his words absolute.

"Good boy." Henry smiled, kissing my cheek. "By the way, my little pal has finished reviewing your Literature essay. He says it's much better than your last one."

"Really?!" I exclaimed, beaming with pride.

"Yep. But you still make some silly mistakes, so I want you to have a good look at them. Go get your laptop."

"Yes, sir." I said as I stood.

"Oh, and might as well leave your top behind. It's going to get really hot and stuffy, little dude."

I didn't understand how it was going to get any hotter, but I went along with what Henry advised me, shrugging off my tank top once I got into my room and leaving it folded on my bed, before I grabbed my laptop and returned to the study, where my tutor was nowhere to be found.

"Henry?" I asked, the only trace he had ever been there was his blue tank top hanging over the back of the chair.

"Sit down, little dude." Henry replied, revealing he was kneeling under the table in a half-hunched position.

I found it strange, but obeyed nonetheless, trying to fit my legs into the space under the desk, ending up with them hanging over Henry's shoulders, having to sit with my ass slightly scooped forward and my torso tilted back, giving the hunky man a first-class view to my clothed ass cheeks, although Henry began to pull the shorts off right away.

"W-What are you doing there, Henry?" I managed to muster eventually, blushing as Henry planted a chaste kiss on my bare thigh.

"I always get bored whenever you have to edit your essays, so I thought I'd entertain myself for a bit. You don't mind, do you little dude?" he asked, massaging my thighs with his big, calloused hands.

"I guess not…" I said, although I couldn't deny that my skin had become completely decorated with goosebumps, my heart beating like a drum, sweat even gathering on my chest, such was the anticipation.

As I began to work on my essay, inserting the changes Henry's acquaintance had suggested, I felt Henry breathing right against my hole, his warmth breath making me shudder, although I paid no mind initially, focusing on my typing, far from imagining how my tutor intended to spend his time while I was fixing my essay.

At least, until I felt something wet pressing against my tight hole, making me freeze.

Letting out a confused sound, I returned to my typing, but I couldn't press more than three keys before that wet pressure returned, this time making itself distinctively known as a wet lap.

"Ooh…" I moaned, closing my eyes, taking a loud gulp. "H-Henry?"

"Shh, little dude… focus." Henry commanded before taking yet another lick of my hole, squeezing my thighs with his strong hands, holding them firmly and preventing me from moving my legs before I even considered standing up.

Henry said these kinds of exercises were to make me train my concentration by distracting me as much as possible with something I couldn't resist. I didn't understand how such a thing could help me, but the fact was that I had to be as alert as possible so my father wouldn't catch us, since Henry wasn't sure he would agree completely with all his tutoring methods despite him having had to persuade him in his own special way at first.

I gasped loudly yet again as Henry's tongue probed deeper into my ass, exploring every single inch of my anal cavern, leaving behind a trail of his saliva as it did so, making sure my insides were nice and wet while he delighted himself with the taste of my hole, his favourite treat, according to him. And I was enjoying it so much that I couldn't contain myself from squeezing his head with my legs in an attempt to pull him closer, so long had it been since he'd done that to me.

Sometimes, he would eat me out with loud grunts and slurps, forcing me to do my best to contain myself, just to mess with me. And, with the way I squeezed his head, he decided to do just that, starting to take deeper, faster laps with his tongue, only interrupting them to admonish me once more.

"Focus, little dude…" he'd tease in a singsong tune, knowing I was trying my best with how hard I was sweating and panting.

I had somehow managed to finish editing my essay throughout all that without even noticing, something I only became aware of when my father knocked at the door, opening it after a short while, catching my nude, sweaty self.

"You ok?" he asked with concern, my heart ceasing to beat with the sheer shock.

"Y-Yeah!" I exclaimed, almost stuttering, trying my best to keep my composure. "What's up?"

"I have to start my shift earlier today. The hospital's short-staffed."

"Oh, I s-SEE!"

I froze as I exclaimed the last word, for Henry had taken the chance to jab my insides with his tongue, making me have to employ all my efforts to not moan in response, clenching my fists as I did so, something my father took notice.

"What's wrong?" he asked, only then realising I wasn't wearing any clothes. "Wait… why are you shirtless? And why is Henry's tank top on your chair?"

"I… because… well, it's too warm! Aren't you feeling h-HOT?" I chuckled, squirming as Henry kept feasting on my hole. "Henry was complaining about the heat as well, so I told him it was okay to strip."

"And where is he?"

"He… nngh… he went to the bathroom!"

"Strange, I didn't see him… oh well, I have to go, anyway. I'll be home by breakfast tomorrow"

"Bye!"

I let out the loudest, most prolonged sigh when my dad left, not only from not having been caught with my tutor under the desk, but also from all the accumulated pleasure from having had Henry rim me throughout.

Speaking of him, Henry had just released my legs, pushing against the chair I was sitting on to roll me back, looking up at me with a dirty grin, those deep blue eyes of his almost sparkling with proud approval.

"You behaved so well, little dude," he said as he stood up, picking me up in his arms to give me a hug. "Good job!"

Although I had wanted to complain over how dangerous all of this had been, that my father had never been this close to catch us, I forgot about all of it once Henry's massive, muscular frame embraced my own, almost consuming my very form as he squeezed tightly, drowning me in his mind-numbing warmth.

Soon I gave into the embrace, allowing Henry to manoeuvre me so my face was pressed right into the cleft of his meaty pecs, with me taking an audible sniff of his manly musk, sighing as I began to nuzzle against his soft-furred chest.

Henry's hugs were the best I had ever experienced, making me wish I had the guts to ask him if I could just lie there against his chest for as long as I wanted, forgetting the rest of the world even existed…

… but Henry then piped up.

"Oh shit, little dude. Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"My payment, no?"

In my haze, I forgot for a moment what he was talking about, cocking my head upwards in confusion to look up at him, seeing Henry grin back at me, before it came to my mind.

Henry's services were paid in two ways. One was in a cash envelope that my dad had already left behind. The other was in a way I could only pay, for according to Henry what my father gave wasn't enough for his services, and only I could pay him that extra in a way he loved the best.

So, after each and every study session, I was to suck his cock, no matter what.

I always did it as soon as he was done tutoring me right there and then, but sometimes my father would be around or Henry would want for me to take it slow and do it for a while, risking him arriving before we were done, so I had had to employ some creative methods.

The solution had ended up being me asking Henry to model for one of my paintings right in front of my father to quell away any suspicions, although most of the time was spent with me on my knees, his cock lodged deep down my throat.

Whenever that happened, Henry wanted to take it nice and slow, sometimes staying for hours, with him even sitting on my stool on a few occasions, once even having turned me around and picked me up, so he could rim me even further while I blew him.

"Oh… right. Sorry." I mumbled, having taken a while to realise that I had been freed from his embrace in the meanwhile. "You want to go to my room or?"

"No need, little dude." Henry grinned as he looked at the chair, beginning to take off his shorts. "Why don't you get down on your knees under the desk like I did?"

Nodding silently, I began to assume the position Henry requested, fitting in there more easily than he had had, only for something light to land on my face before I could get under the desk, covering my sight. An intense musky smell filled my nostrils, which almost burned up as I took a deep whiff, almost seeing stars with how potent Henry's scent was, filling my lungs with his will.

"You okay there, little dude?" Henry asked with mocking concern as he sat on the chair, chuckling at my pathetic, almost grovelling position, taking loud sniffs of his jockstrap as I tried to calm my breathing, the concentrated scent in the unwashed fabric bringing me into an euphoric, drugged state.

"Y-y…OOOH!" I moaned loudly, my whole body shuddering, almost spasming, as I couldn't contain myself from releasing right there and then, shooting rope after rope of cum straight into the wooden floor.

And, as if that hadn't been enough, that was when the front door opened, my father having returned home for whatever reason.

What went on next was so fast that I couldn't even register it properly until it had finally happened.

With astonishing speed that almost betrayed his musculature, Henry had managed to sit down on the chair and pull my head with his hands, his cock somehow finding its way inside my lips, plugging my mouth with its thick girth and silencing my moans in one swift move.

Biting his lip as he stifled a moan himself, Henry kept me trapped under the desk that also concealed his naked form below the waist, just as my father walked into the study.

"Oh, Henry," he said, looking around, trying to ignore my tutor's shirtless figure. "Where's my son?"

"He had to go to the bathroom." Henry smiled back at my father, masterfully as always, his hands moving discretely enough to not be seen, but making my head bob back and forth on that suffocating girth. "Said it was urgent."

"That boy… oh well. Here." My father handed Henry his weekly payment, before taking out an extra banknote from his wallet. "Oh, would you mind handing this to him when he comes back? I didn't have time to fill the fridge, so he can order something for dinner."

As much as Henry had tried to get me used to his gargantuan member, when it was so deep down my throat, with my nose buried so deep in his crotch that his pubes tickling my nostrils, I couldn't breathe at all, not that I could do anything about it, considering my father's presence.

So I remained still, choking on Henry's cock as he kept bobbing me back and forth, using my head as he willed while speaking nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll make sure he gets it." Henry smiled charmingly at my dad, who remained completely clueless to the fact his son was hiding under the table, on his knees, with another man's thick cock lodged deep down his throat, and with said man having just taken his dinner money and stashed it in his wallet once the front door had shut close.

Not that I needed dinner, or at least I didn't feel like I would, because Henry suddenly shot his load down my throat, forcing me to swallow continuously so I couldn't choke on his rich, creamy load. I gulped so much down that I swore my stomach had bloated a bit by the time I was done, panting and gasping for fresh air, a concept that had almost become foreign to me through the brief stay of Henry's obscene cock lodged down my throat.

"Would you look at that, little dude? We got the whole house for ourselves tonight!" Henry exclaimed cheerfully as he rolled the chair back, looking down at me with a huge grin, admiring his handiwork.

"Yeah…" I sighed mid-panting, still trying to catch my breath, ready to get off from under the desk, before Henry stopped me by pressing a bare foot right against my face, resting the arch of his sole right against my parted lips, making me taste it unwittingly.

"Hold up, little dude," he said, a bit sternly. "First we have to fix that mess you made all over the floor, mmkay?"

"Oh…" I mumbled dumbly, looking down at the spilled cum, nodding right against Henry's sole.

However, I was too addled to ask how, but Henry was always resourceful. He unfortunately had to move his feet away from my face so he could scoop up with his big toe the wads of cum I had shot all over the wooden floor, feeding them back to me by pressing his toes against my mouth, watching carefully as I sucked on those toes and cleaned them dutifully.

"Don't forget to get that tongue between my toes, little dude." Henry reminded me, even crossing his arms behind my head, using my chest as a rest for the foot that wasn't currently being tended on.

Once he was satisfied, Henry easily picked me up with his muscular arms and sat me on his lap, almost nuzzling our foreheads together while he grinned at me, as if admiring his handiwork.

"You ready to have some real fun, little dude?" he asked.

"Mmhmm…" I sighed back dreamily, having an idea of what said real fun meant.

In response, Henry claimed my lips right after, enjoying the aftertaste of his cum in my mouth, even feeding me some remaining globs with his tongue, moaning into my mouth as he did so.

After a while of macking, Henry stood up and held my hand, walking me to my room as if I were his guest in that home, our erect cocks leading the way.

"Wow, little dude, it's coming along greatly." Henry commented as he looked at my canvas, an almost finished painting of Henry's nude form, sitting like a king at his throne, naked as the day he had been born, his erect cock pointing straight into the sky like a flagpole. "I'll make sure to hang it in my living room once it's done, don't you worry!"

I had never given anyone one of my paintings nor had I discussed this with Henry before, but it only made sense.

"Thank you…" I said appreciatively, even leaning forward against Henry's back like a lovesick puppy.

"Hmhm… now, I believe there is something else you want to give me." Henry grinned as he turned around to look back at me, a voracious glint in those eyes.

"W-What?" I asked, confused.

The response came in form of a rough push, with me falling backwards onto my bed with a slight 'ooph', not that I could settle onto a proper position before Henry hopped in right after, smothering me under his massive, sweaty body, looking down at me with a massive predatory grin that made his answer unneeded.

"This, of course, little dude." Henry grinned, aligning his cock with my ass.

He then began to ease his way in, grinning all the while, although my face gritted slightly in discomfort, feeling my hole being spread open by that colossal cock of his.

I let out a prolonged groan in response, but Henry wouldn't stand for it, covering my mouth with one of his big hands, silencing any possible words I could pronounce, wanting my eyes to be the only way I could manifest my emotions as he fully took in the sheer tightness of my hole engulfing his cock as it spread open my insides.

"Oooh shit, little dude!" Henry moaned as he was finally buried to the hilt, countless droplets of his sweat showering my whole body. "You're tight as a virgin, every fucking time!"

I lifted my legs in the air in response, Henry's firm abs pressing firmly down on my own cum-slicked erection, my cock having returned to full mast just from being filled. The pre and sweat squelched on my stomach as Henry rolled his hips forward, smiling at me almost gratefully.

"You're mine, little dude." Henry growled, kissing my forehead before he began humping in earnest, the bed squeaking with each movement, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh interspaced with our combined moans, even if only his were heard.

Henry's sweat continued to drip all over my body, especially during the pauses when he would just hug me into himself and squeeze, our naked bodies rubbing heatedly against each other as what traces of my own scent or whatever cologne I had sprayed on that morning were completely extinguished.

"Oooh fuck, little dude!" Henry moaned as he began to thrust again, releasing my mouth so he could hear my moans, surrounding my head in his massive arms and squeezing me even tighter against him somehow. "I wish I could have my cock in you all the time! You're so fucking tight… ooh fuck!"

"Ooh fuck!" I echoed back, too mindless to do anything but utter simple words now.

"I can't wait for your exams to come up… maybe I should convince your dad in my own special way to let you stay at my place to study… I'm gonna drill you all week long!" Henry gloated between moans, knowing that whatever desire I may have had to do anything but accept his words and desires in that very moment was gone.

Henry ploughed my hole all evening long, thrusting, humping and fucking me for all I was worth until he had drained all my energy through his cock, my body nothing but a mere doll for him to play with at the point where he came with a frenzied growl, burying his face in my neck as he filled me with even more seed that he had filled my stomach with.

Once he was finished, he shifted our bodies so I was lying on my chest now, crooning sweet words in my ear while planting sweet kisses on my hair as he held me close, lulling me to sleep with his mere presence, although he only noticed it once I was at a point way beyond snoozing.

"You're snoring…" Henry teased me.

"Sorry…" I mumbled in my sleep, smiling, for despite everything, Henry had given me my wish, allowing me to sleep on top of him, his chest becoming the most comfortable pillow I had ever laid on, giving me a sleep so blissful that I never noticed him leave…

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